Young Blood Novel 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.

Waylon Isabella is a sixteen years old smart girl with a skinny welt built curving body. Light in complexion and has long curling blonde hair, which fitted her face with dimples around her cheeks. Her face dazzled like that of an angle with sparkling eyes, with a straight noise and succulent lips.

" Arrrgh ,this male lead is so annoying ,I really feel like slapping him " Jade exclaimed angrily. She was currently reading the most popular novel which had been recently released with the title 'A Taste of love' it was an high school love story . What Jade hated about the story was the annoying male lead and the Villianess who had the same name as her but was dumb as fûck. " Just shut the fûck up and let me sleep" her roommate and best friend, Tiana screamed at her. They lived together outside their school's campus, they both were in their second year in University .

Before school let out, the sky was this yellowish type of ill. This colour is before a storm. Like someone drowned the whole town in dishwater and dreams. The clouds hung low and heavy, and the wind smelt of metal and wet pavement. I didn't go home. I didn't want to walk into that house with its empty TV hum and my dad's sour breath filling the hall. I didn't want to pretend that I had homework. Or that anything there made sense.

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset… "Absolutely not." I snapped the book shut. "Dad, come on. It's not even that bad." "Not that bad?" I held the book up. "This is soft-core disguised as mystery." "It's a subplot. The main plot is the murder investigation." "I don't care if it's a footnote." I set the book on the coffee table, out of her reach. "You're fifteen. Too young for this garbage." She crossed her arms, leaning back against the cushions. "I'm almost sixteen. Not six."

And I've chosen to leave and you have to choose to Live. Love Julia. <-reply <<-reply all forwad-> ³ All rights reserved, Characters in this book are Fictional. A mind journey. i. Mature content. Prologue. I met a ghost once, a pale 16-year-old. Her cheeks stained by tears, her eyes were so dry. The make-up hid most of the teardrops but failed to account for all. Each word was a scream for help. "I am great," she said ."Never been better" ."Am Alright".I stopped bothering to ask.

Ch-1 --------------------- [A naïve son tries to help his father get a reluctant mom to expand their tiny family. He makes several mistakes; thank heaven for mistakes.] * Never in the history of the world was there a better little boy than me. Well behaved, devout, celibate before marriage, it was truly an admirable litany. That all changed after I turned 18, but it wasn't my fault...really.

" That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. " " Oh, that's new. You can proceed. " " Alright, Miss. " " The Short Novel in summary is about Two Sixteen-year-old Teenage girls Stella and Steva. They were best friends, they were often addressed as the Writer and The painter. Due to how close they were, they were often called the inseparable Duo by their mates. Their relationship was so strong that they were always seen together and they never allowed anyone to come between them. As expected there were Lots of students who were jealous of their relationship and plotted to break them up. They managed to Succeed using one of the friend's weakest spot

Dear readers, As much as I want to welcome everyone to my madness... WARNING this is a dark romance book and if you are underage I encourage you to delete my novel as I only wrote this for adults and purely for a short while escape from our reality. BABY'S POINT OF VIEW There's always a situation involving exposure to danger. It's called risk. We've known it ever since our parents died, and we were taken in by our fathers' sister, an assassin in the underworld.