Young Novels & Stories

Tiny said as he looked around. "Oh, there they are! Hawk! Gunner! Come here, there's someone I want you to meet." "This is Layla, Bear's kid. Layla this is Hawk and Gunner." I shook their hands. They were both blond haired and blue eyed. Hawk looked to be in his late 50's and Gunner was a handsome 19 year old with a mess of longer blond hair. Of course. Was anyone ugly in this town? "Layla was working at a auto shop in Chicago and is looking for a part time job here. I know that you are looking for some extra help." Tiny said as my Dad came over to stand next to me.

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When he felt satisfied with my vague answers about family and home life he then started asking me about books I liked to read. Without fail, Jayce asked question after question. What was my favorite color, favorite flower, and favorite sport. I was so caught up in answering his questions that it never occurred to me to be vague about the last question. Once he asked about my favorite sport I found myself laughing while giving him the answer before I could stop myself. “Well, if you want me to answer you honestly then don’t be offended when I tell you football isn’t my favorite.” He smiled and confessed he was not offended in the least. Then he surprised me further when he said, “I already kn

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he scolded. “I’m not a kid, Greyson.” “You’re 16, yes you are.” “You’re two years older than me!” “Yes, I am. How are you in my classes when you are only 16? I thought it was just one.” “Nope, perks of being smart,” she shrugged. “So you’ve been moved up in all of your classes?” “Right now, I bloody well hope not.” “If I wasn’t with you, you’d be sitting here by yourself with no friends.”

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.

A 13 year old boy was comforting his father. He was also hurt but even at such a young age he knew how to control his emotions. He knew it that from now they were on their own and from the deep of his heart he was hating, not his mother only rather the species called woman already... Present Time In a small town It was past midnight. A girl of her early twenties was so lost in her studies that she did not even get to know when her parents entered her room. Getting near, her parents sat on the bed. Looking at her, contented smiles crept on her parents’ faces.

“Your coffee; don’t you like it better when its hot?” Paul let out a breath of disbelief and frustratedly ran his hand through his unkempt, grey hairs. He suddenly looked much older than he actually was. “It looks like you don’t appreciate my question. Fine, let’s skip that part. I apologise, I’m not usually like this to the elderly. I ought to take it easier on you; give you time to take it all in, you know?”

I could sense that he was blushing even if I couldn't see. "Anytime Kamara" he said his voice low and deep. I walked to my front door alone after convincing him that he didn't want to be on the receiving end of my mother's wrath. *** "Be careful around the backyard" Gyasi yelled at me. Yep, Gyasi my twenty one year old older brother was here for the holidays. "Whatever" I yelled back obviously to frustrate him and it worked because he grunted in response.

com To : DameinYoung.damien@g***l.com From: MrsYoung@g***l.com Subject : lyrics Mr Young, I’m trying to come up with excuses as to why you never talk to me, or why you disappeared that day before I even see you. Maybe you need time? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have come to pick me up or there wouldn't be any accidents. I understand if you don't like me anymore, Can We meet?( Not me crying on my bed and sending you this)