Young Adult Novels & Stories

She looked up as he entered. “How was work?” “I argued about chairs.” “Successfully?” “The chairs surrendered eventually.” She laughed. “I think adulthood is stranger than I expected.” “It becomes stranger every year.” Interesting. Very interesting. He sat across from her. “What are you working on?” She held up a folder. “Youth engagement proposals.” He blinked. “For Tomorrow House?” She nodded. “There should be programs for teenagers too.” A pause. “People assume young people only need help when something becomes serious.” Another pause.

“I think I’m broken.” No, I think you’re depressed, Joy thought. Instead, she rubbed the girl’s shoulder. “You’re not broken, just a little stuck. You’ll get there, I promise. I think your twenties are more about trying not to fuck everything up than they are about becoming some accomplished adult. Believe me, you’re doing as great as any twenty-three year old out there.” “What were you doing at my age?” Joy pulled another piece of hair, biting her lip in concentration. “Writing, mostly. Eating ramen noodles. Wondering if I should be responsible and go to law school like my mom wanted. The usual early twenties’ angst.”

I say as I stop dancing. He looks quite uncomfortable on that dance too. So, I think we should better stop all that and so something that we are comfortable for. “I don’t think this is for the people like us,” I say. “What do you mean by people like us?” he asks. “I mean the young people like us. I think these are the things that adult do for real, not us,” I say. “Do you think it’s quite uncomfortable?” he asks.

When I was a little girl, I always thought I was just like other girls my age but that turns out that wasn’t true. The truth is, I’m a werewolf. The first time I had gained any knowledge of my true nature, I was twelve years old. That was the first time I turned.

Maybe answers to the questions gnawing in my heart. “You still haven't told me who you are going to meet, Cassie,” Maya complains, throwing her hands dramatically in the air. I look at her, half-smiling. “I'm an adult, Maya. Stop being dramatic.” Anyone who's eighteen is considered an adult and I'm one. “No law says an adult shouldn't be careful of where they go,” she whispers, rolling her eyes. “I know where I'm going, Maya. Just stop being dramatic.” “Fine, fine,” she raises her hand in surrender. “Go, but call me immediately if anything happens,” she pushes me gently to the door.

’ Kylar leans back in his chair, folding his free arm across his chest. ‘They don’t need to come true, the way we expect them to,’ it’s Cedric who straightens up, his expression impish. I can’t help but wonder how old he is. I assumed he was close in age to his elder brothers who are in their mid to late thirties, but now I’m struck by how young he appears when he grins. As though he’s barely an adult.

Junior bragged on. She shook her head. He still acted really childish despite being eighteen. She told her age as well. “I’d be twenty soon.” “Whoa, how soon? Birthdays are big deals around here. Especially for the females.” he whispered the last part. Arya nodded but then shrugged. “My birthdays used to be fun but these days, it just passes by.” “Cos you’re an adult right?” Junior sighed. “That’s why I didn’t want to get to eighteen just yet. Who knows if they’d throw me out of the house now?” he chuckled nervously.

Her life was perfect. "There's the birthday girl." Shelly squealed as her two besties enveloped her in a hug. She was just stepping out of the shower and her friend's presence made her feel more festive. "So tell me, how does it feel to be twenty-one?" Cindy, her nerd bestie asked. Shelly rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to be your young adult project, Cindy." "It's just a question," Cindy grumbled and rolled her big eyes. "We both know you're writing a book on young adults," Kiara, her normal friend said between laughs.

We’re working out the details still, but we’ve run a lot of it by our packs and they seem to like the idea. We’re hoping to set up a central government type area in some general location, TBD. We want to set up some kind of college or academy, or some fancy ass shit, for all 19-23 year olds to get them prepared for their gifts, maybe meet their mates a bit faster than some of us did. It all sounds like a fucking paradise. Sorry, I told you I have no filter. I need sleep. Good thing that tonight is one of the nights that my folks have the pups.

“And you’re not a 17 year old with hormones all over the place.” “I am but you don’t see me hanging out with older men.” “She’s only 21.” “Yeah, an adult. She can do a lot of things you can’t, like drink legally, get a proper job etc. I liked it better when you were hanging out with the little blondies.”