Young Adult Novels & Stories

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder. My parents were both from wealthy backgrounds, each with their own trust fund, etc. I on the other hand had nothing as of my 18th birthday. Their generosity ended on that magic 18th b-day. Working two jobs, one in a warehouse as a stacker and the other in a plumbing pipe yard as a stacker, it was great for my tan and my developing physique but not much else. Those jobs made my arms strengthen as my biceps grew until they bulged 23 inches worth. However, they didn't increase my bank accounts. Having to pay my parents for rent and my ten year old car, I was broke. I had to think of so

She speeds off without looking back, and Adelaide excuses herself before bolting after her best friend in concern. Simon and Reggie exchange glances in the awkward silence, and then Simon clears his throat. “Teenage problems?” He shrugs and I can't help the stifled laughter that escapes my throat. Reggie laughs too, but he doesn't stop eating, he is always eating. “They're not teens though.” I clear my throat, rising to my feet and they both follow, like an inbuilt action. “Adelaide is twenty two.” “Yeah but to us, they are.” Reggie calmly says and my head spins at that statement.

“What are you guys doing?” Godric held his hands up to get everyone’s attention. “Listen Up Pack! This week we had two of our own mature.” He pointed to Anna and me. “These two lovely young ladies have just turned 18. Let’s give them a warm welcome to adulthood.” Everyone started pounding the table. They were cheering and whistling. If the breakfast wasn’t spread across the table, I would have thought this was a party and everyone was drunk. Anna and Alex both took their seats. Godric looked at me and said, “Sit.” He motioned towards the seat next to him.

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“Mr. Boyle, what happened just now…” “That young man is great. I’m afraid he’s half-way into the god stage.” Cayden was stunned. ‘He’s so young, yet he’s already at the god stage? How is that possible?’ As if he could read his mind, Urias shook his head and continued. “Never judge a book by its cover. “Right now, even ordinary people are able to preserve their youth through plastic surgery and various skin care products, let alone a powerful fighter like him.” Cayden felt that he was right. He nodded and asked, “So he's actually not that young, right?

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

Instead, she was the one excited and a little nervous at the same time. “Look over there,” she leaned against the balustrade, a soft breeze playing with her hair. She looked at the campus of the university. “That’s where you’ll study. I can’t believe high schools are like this here.” “It’s the only one in the area and it’s not a high school, aunt,” I replied without thinking. “It’s a campus. Technically, I should be a university student according to the werewolves. They have their own rules. A female werewolf is considered an adult at the age of 16, male ones at 19. They…”

that grow with each cheer and shouts of admiration. As we walked down to class after the assembly, I sighted Jenny, the girl I had a crush on. Teenage age can be "funny". I'd like to think of myself as a "young adult" although 18 years is still a bit far fetched for me but this teenage crush of a thing makes me rethink on the reality of my young "adultness". Anyway, back to reality, here am I moping at her angelic face, I bet I heard wedding bells at the "Centre of Wishful Imagination " situated at the north hemisphere of the brain. Is this biologically proven?. Is that?.

Vasha was using my phone to talk to her father, Andrei Krovopuskov. A quick Google search pulled up pages and pages on the self made billionaire, detailing his success and best business practices; but I was more interested in the several charities he donated to, and the kindness of his character. Vasha was blessed with his mossy green eyes and full lips. Had she never dyed her hair, she would have shared the same dirty blonde shade as her dad. He looked awfully young, but then, Vasha admitted he fathered her at only seventeen years old. That means he’d be in his early forties. As shitty as her childhood had been, it gave me comfort knowing now that Andrei had found her, she’d always have fam