Youngblood Chronicles Novels & Stories

Rihanna had been preparing for this long before she said it out loud. Her documents were already in order—passports, transcripts, acceptance letters, financial proofs. Everything sat neatly organized in folders on her laptop and in a slim binder she kept in her bag like something fragile and precious. She knew the process. She’d researched it late at night, quietly, long before Willow Creek became too small to breathe in. When Dennis saw how ready she was, something flickered behind his eyes. “You’ve… done all this already?” he asked one evening, flipping through the papers spread across her desk.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

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

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.

she says. Trey laughs. “Wow, okay. I suppose people do change.” What is going on right now? “Of course they do,” Jade replies, her voice developing an edge. “Back then, I was a teenager, I didn’t even know what love is.” I catch the flash of hurt in Trey’s eyes before he drops them to his mug. “Good to know,” he says. His voice is not even bitter. It’s flat. Lifeless. He gets down from his seat and takes his cup with him. “I’ll turn in now,” he says, meeting my eyes for only a second before turning to walk towards his bedroom.

Melissa swallowed, tears filled her brown eyes but she wouldn't let them waste, she blinked back angrily and sniffed loud. "You don't have the power to make me follow you" she snorted. "I can, I will, and I have" Williams smiled "I love you and you are carrying the new heir to the most powerful Mafia lord in Spain and Chicago" THÊ ÊÑD "Every young person have a die to throw, play well, because there is just one night to be young which is tonight" Bebeeizrael {Book 1}

The entity I would come to know as my wolf soul — Stella. One minute I was a helpless and fragile girl, the next I was an adolescent wolf. The light of the full moon illuminated my pale blue eyes and thick, dusty colored coat. I was now towering over my parents, staring down into their lifeless eyes. I don’t even remember much about my first transformation, other than the fact it was painful. The sadness blocked it out. I just remember what happened next.