Young Adult Novels & Stories

“Can we just fill this out, Vanny?” “Trust me, I will be fine when we get in there; you don’t need to worry about me.” Vanessa studied me, her anger thinning into something else. She swallowed and flipped the pages. “Start from here; fill up your personal information,” she said. “Under the age section, write twenty-one,” she instructed, and I snapped my gaze toward her, raising an eyebrow. “But I’m not twenty-one.” “Just fucking write it, Maddy, and stop arguing. People under the age of twenty-two are not sent out for hunting every weekend. They’re left to take care of the academy. And records show that the majority of the students who didn’t make it back are from hunting sessions.”

And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe. “Twinks are typically the younger ones, usually around the age of late teens to twenty-five.” Dianna felt the need to take over the spotlight from me and I guess she noticed I’m just naming them and I’m not really explaining what they are. “They have slim to average physique, have a youthful appearance with little to no hair, hence, you. You’re a twink. Speaking of twink, you look really young.” Dianna noticed it and I knew I had to do something. “He’s…..”

He was probably still a young kid. Stella stared at him and suddenly thought about Roger. Roger still hadn’t replied to her message. She sighed again and asked him, “How old are you? Are you even an adult? Why are you working at such a place?” The young boy wasn’t expecting Stella to suddenly turn serious. He replied chirpily, “I’m an adult. I just turned eighteen yesterday. I’m out of school. My parents are always away from home, and they don’t care about me—”

Wasn't Twenty supposed to be a magical birthday and a milestone into adulthood, accompanied by great privileges and legal implications? Wasn't Twenty the age to vote, buy a house, wed your high school sweetheart, go to jail, get sued, and gamble away your tuition in Vegas? Well, mine wasn't.

“You’re eighteen.” “And he’s twenty-three. That’s only five years, mum,” Gillian replied. “But it’s a big five years, Gilly,” their mother reached across the table and put her hand over Gillian’s. “You’re a teenager, and only just turned eighteen. He’s been an adult for five years now. So much happens during that time… He’s had time to make choices about his life that you’re only just facing. Those five years make so much of a difference.”

That's why it doesn't have a mode at all because it only respects the elderly. "Well anyways, when are you getting married? You are already at the right age Cayden. Your grandma and grandpa were married at the age of 19 and 21. You are already 21." Yuki's face turned serious. I don't know but Lady Yuki's question pissed me off. Does he care if Cayden doesn't want to get married yet? Just don't make the mistake of saying that she will marry Gen. And besides, quick marriages are not fashionable anymore. The trend now is to reach thirty. I frowned when I saw them looking at me. So I also looked at them. I frowned even more when I saw that Cayden was also looking at me. What is their problem?

That's why it doesn't have a mode at all because it only respects the elderly. "Well anyways, when are you getting married? You are already at the right age Cayden. Your grandma and grandpa were married at the age of 19 and 21. You are already 21." Yuki's face turned serious. I don't know but Lady Yuki's question pissed me off. Does he care if Cayden doesn't want to get married yet? Just don't make the mistake of saying that she will marry Gen. And besides, quick marriages are not fashionable anymore. The trend now is to reach thirty. I frowned when I saw them looking at me. So I also looked at them. I frowned even more when I saw that Cayden was also looking at me. What is their problem?

May 17th Age: 19 Life is bullshit. That sappy happily ever after bullshit isn't real. I refuse to believe that that shit actually exists. That shit was only made up by people that already had happy lives to begin with. Us broken and forgotten ones don't get a happy ending. We are a disappointment and remain as such till the very end. July 18th Age: 20

Audre frowned. "I'm joking. You look beautiful. In fact, too beautiful. I'm not sure I like this because that means I'd have to fight harder to keep those boys away from you." Ansel winced. "You know I'm going to start dating now, don't you?" Audre said. "Excuse me, missy. You're not allowed to date," Ansel growled. "But you said I could start dating when I'm an adult. I am nineteen years old!" Audre exclaimed.

Even if anyone would not want to come, she knew her friends would want to, just to stand with her as the way every other good friend would do. Adulthood is not an easy hood, especially when you are not ready to participate yet. It's not just about the age, but about the mental state of the person. But for Melissa, she felt she was mature long ago! Even when she was still in high school, and thought her stepdad was the worst person on earth, she had always wished to live on her own and be the best adult she wished to be. When people are young, they do things they didn't plan for or even thought they could do. But in rare cases, the young person has every right and opportunity to change the ba