Old Teen Fiction

Qutilmaganda hovlisida paydo bo'lgan ilonlar bilan chol qardonlashib oladi. Ular ko’rinmay qolsa, o'zini yolg'iz his qila boshlaydi. "Jonivorlar bilan murosaga kelishish mumkun bo'lgan holda nechun odam bolasi bir-biri bilan hech til topisha olmaydi, a", degan savol uni o'ylantira boshlaydi....

The tale of the legendary golden flower is widely known. The story has been told many times and in many ways. But always the flower is coveted by an old witch to keep herself young and beautiful. And always the flower is used to save a dying queen, who then gives birth to a princess with magical hair. Not willing to lose the flower, the old witch steals the princess and locks her away in a high tower, raising her as her own. But the princess always finds out who she truly is and manages to defeat the old witch. And yet this is only half the story. What of the old witch, Mother Gothel?

Luke left his old life—his dead mother, his alcoholic father—behind in New York City when he came to Moab, Utah, eight months ago. Seventeen years old and technically a runaway, he found work and a new home at a youth hostel nestled in the red sandstone valley. Now, he has reinvented himself as a guy who lives for the present, and it seems to be working—particularly when it comes to his relationship with his beautiful co-worker, Tangerine.

After my first tale of virginity taken, you might think losing it couldn't get filthier or rougher...but you'd be wrong! So, so wrong - like the time untouched small-town girl Laura agreed to come to a darkened alley with a charming stranger who promised to make her a supermodel. Well, I didn't make her a model, but I made her first time an event to remember...and she definitely won't forget the nasty surprise at the end!

La scuola è appena finita a New York e Sierra Santiago, un'adolescente portoricana, si prepara a trascorrere l'estate divertendosi con i suoi amici e lavorando al murale che sta dipingendo. Ma i suoi piani saltano quando i murales di Brooklyn iniziano a trasformarsi: i colori sbiadiscono, i volti piangono e cambiano espressione.