Young Novels & Stories

she pursed her lips as if she were hesitating to spill the next words. "We're fertile until we're two millennial years old." She said almost in a whisper. My eyes exclaimed, my heart skipped a bit as I halted abruptly. By my calculations, I knew my mate wasn't even a millennial year old yet. She stopped too, trying to comprehend my expression. "My Goodness." I mumbled in awe. "You mean there's a possibility that I can be a father!!" I screamed, caring less about the attention my voice brought. She frowned.

Them boys love them some Call of Duty. I was putting my cornbread in the oven when Aza ran into the kitchen. "Mommy, i was showing da-da the new toys you bought me. Can he stay and play tea time with me?" She asked innocently. She jumped in my arms and gave me a lil peck on my lips. "Of course Sweetie! He can stay as long as you like." I looked up at Damien and gave him a little smile. He reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

Noah joined, making Leon to frown at his champs and Eleanor laughed. "I love your mommy." Leon said with a shrug and the boys grinned. "We all love mommy." Hope, Liam and Noah said in unison making Eleanor laugh. "I love all my babies and my big baby too." Eleanor winked at Leon and he grinned like a love sick puppy. Life was unpredictable. Yet beautiful.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

Zoe yelled. "Now," The voice came back. "Begin!!" I chose to ignore whatever that was and started the game. I picked the white door while Zoe picked the blue door. My question was, "When is Zoe's birthday?" "March 25th." I yelled. Zoe just stared at me dumbfounded as my door creaked open, she hadn't even picked up her card. "See you at the finish line." I smiled before walking through the door. "That was corny as hell." I heard her say before the door shut behind me.

“How are you this day?” “Oh, Aaron, you’re always so formal,” she replied, smoothing her worn blue frock. “You know you may call me Aislyn. We’ve known each other since we were wee ones.” “Aye, we have, though tis true that neither of us are so wee anymore.” She peered at him for a moment, her brow furrowed, as if she were not sure what he was alluding to. “That is to say, I’m seventeen, and you’re nearly sixteen, aren’t you?”

She moved to the city to room with her cousin and to attend college. “And you’re only eighteen?” he asked mildly, looking at her like she was a child. That rankled her. He hadn’t looked at her like that when she was Vera. He appreciated Vera as a woman, but as he examined Helen across the desk he looked like he thought she was barely out of diapers. “No, I’m nineteen,” Helen answered, her cheeks burning with fire. “You’ll learn a lot here,” he said positively. “If you work hard with me, you’ll probably have a fantastic job waiting for you when you’re done here. Let me show you your office.”

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

— So you're expecting your first child — said the woman, trying to sound friendly, but unable to hide her expression of perplexity, certainly due to my young age. I was seventeen, but I was often mistaken for a fifteen-year-old girl because of my appearance. “We want to skip that part,” Adrian said dryly and harshly. “The whole point of us being here is to do the DNA test. I need to know if I’m the father of the child she’s expecting.” The woman wrinkled her nose, making no attempt to hide her disapproval of his rude behavior. Finally someone who was immune to that tyrant's charm!

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.