Romans & histoires Youngblood Chronicles

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.

“No… You can’t love, you can’t—” Drake grabs my waist, yanking me back as another bone snaps. Baylee is transitioning. Our kind never transitions this young. Eighteen is the standard. Sixteen at the earliest, and even then, it can kill. The pain alone is often fatal. But this? This is unthinkable. Layla whimpers. Even she can’t stomach this. But we have no choice. As Baylee’s face stretches, her skull reshaping into a snout, my legs buckle. I collapse into Drake’s arms.

Fooled, yes life fooled me, my youth destroyed me, my name is Kiné Diop and I'm the laughing stock of the whole neighborhood, I don't leave my house anymore, I'm locked in my room all the time curled up on myself. My life looks like an empty carcass, the idea of ​​​​suicide sometimes touches my mind but I think of the being who lives in my belly, and yes I am two months pregnant but for the moment nobody does it

I have to hurry and ensure I don’t let this chance slip by me. “…takes one to know one, yeah you beat me at my own damn game. You push and you push and I’m pulling away, pulling away from you. I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take…” I sing out the lyrics of Five Seconds of Summer’s ‘Youngblood’ with a roguish smirk draping over my face.

I told him. He smiled at me,"Oh,so you are the pretty girl she's being talking about,really nice to meet you." "Freshman?." "Yeah." "Wait, aren't you supposed to be residing on campus?."He questioned. "Yeah,it's a long story." "Care to make it short." "Yeah,I guess." I told him everything,from Genesis to Revelation of my heartbreak. "Why will they do that?, that's not what friends do." "Atleast, someone understands me, everyone thinks I'm the one with the problem."

Bonus chapter Emerald and James—A thanksgiving to remember (Visit how a future thanksgiving with James and Emerald would go if they ended up together) Emerald ‘’Sometimes you have to be brave in love, not everything goes the normal way, just like people don’t love the same way.’’ Tyra gushed, smiling and gesticulating with her manicured hands. ‘’Your love story doesn’t have to go the normal way T.v portrays love to be,’’she said causing me to smile. I had met her at James’ family dinner at home at Boston, where he tried introducing me to his parents, but that didn’t work out fine even though Mr. Connor didn’t seem to mind the idea of James dating me— Mind because he still had the look on hi

My name is Isaac Young, I am Grey’s great uncle, his father was my cousin, the only male cousin I have. When we were young, since our age is just about the same, we used to go well together. We hang out, we play and even spend most of our young years together. He was like the brother and best friend to me when we were younger, but after we grew up, that relationship we had with each other gradually faded.

So we walked across the dimly lit room, filled with half-naked girls and horny, money-grubbing men, and sat down at one of the tables, where one of the waiters soon came over to serve me a whiskey and her a martini. A lot of things were happening in Juliane's life. She had finally managed to save enough money to buy her own house and she seemed very excited about it, although I couldn't concentrate on even half of what she said. My mind insisted on taking me back to Ravena. I could clearly visualize her lying on that bed, half-naked, beautiful, full of desire. It was definitely in her arms that I wanted to be, but I shouldn't. I needed to do the right thing, which was to stay away from her,

Breaking out into a toothy grin, she began swaying along to the music. “Fuck it!” “WE GOT NO MONEY BUT WE GOT HA-HEEEAAART!” Brody chortled, sweeping in to link her arms with mine and Liza’s. I included Vasha in the chain, and we jumped around like a bunch of giddy idiots. In a naturally high state, I studied everyone in the circle gratefully. Thinking about how much we’d all changed in the last four months. ********************