Novelas y relatos de 21+

Renato asked. “ As much as I appreciate the compliment, it's quite obvious that I'm older than you two,” I could feel my temples twitch. “ Just because you're tall doesn't mean you're older,” I had to spell that out for them. “ Our bad,” Renzo didn't put any effort to add life. “ We're twenty-one and you are?” Rento asked. “ I'm twenty-seven and will be twenty-eight next year,” I frowned. “ Damn, you're old,” Renzo had no filter whatsoever.

He replies. "But I was f-fine." I say. "I know I just wanted to make sure." He says. "You didn't have to. Next time that you see me in that condition please just leave me to die or whatever." I reply. "How old are you?" He asks. "Twenty two." I reply. "Then act like one. Skipping meals and not going to doctors or not taking vitamins it's exactly what a two years old would do." He says. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

He was already an adult… "I am sorry," she mumbled to him, not knowing what else to say. "But you clearly still won't approve of me pursuing your friend will you?" Mathew asked with a raised eyebrow. Maddie scoffed. "Jesus Matt! You are 19! She is 23!" Maddie pointed out. "Isn't age just a number?" was Mathew's comeback. Maddie shook her head disagreeably at him. "It isn't just about the age Matt and you know it," she said.

I was supposed to be the one in control here. I cleared my throat, forcing my gaze up to his face. “How old are you?” He blinked, caught off guard. “Twenty two.” A slow smile curved my lips, more to steady myself than anything. Twenty two. Barely legal in some circles, and here I was, ogling my client like a horny teenager.

she said. “At twenty-one, life begins,” he said. She laughed remembering how she used to tell him when he was in high school that his life will begin fully when he’s 21. Well, his life did begin fully at 21 after he transferred to a college in Canada and school for 2 years while doing part-time jobs. And finally getting a real paying job the year, he’s graduating at age 23 and working fully at 24 and growing to become the manager for extra two years and now he’s 26 years old and his life is a working progress.

then why was he with him? "I am twenty-two, not twenty-four, I lied about my age, you said you were not going to be with someone younger than twenty-three so I said I am twenty-four," "So you lied to me? Why would you do that? Thank God I didn't sleep with you, what the fuck is wrong with you?" "Why? I am Twenty-two, I am not a minor," "It doesn't matter," "That's discriminative, for someone I was trying to do a favor for,"

"I think it should be a big party though. I mean she is turning 18. So it must be very special right?" Adrian tried to sound innocent and genuine. " No, actually she is turning 22. But that's not the case. She doesn't like to celebrate her birthday. That's why it will be a very small one." Her aunt replied. "What? She is turning 22!" Adrian thought in his mind. But she wasn't even in college though. He decided he would find out the reason later. That wasn't his priority right now. The main point was that she was turning 21! So he didn't have to fight with his conscience anymore.

She turned to Alex, “You should join us too, Alex! It’s a special one. Miss Harper Miller is finally turning 21!” The clock struck midnight on Thursday, and suddenly I was twenty-one. It felt like just yesterday when I celebrated my 10th birthday with my parents. I was a happy child, surrounded by their love and warmth. Now, they were gone, leaving me alone in this world. As I turned 21, I couldn't help but wonder how they would have reacted. They would have been proud, watching their daughter grow into adulthood. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing how I resembled her more with each passing year.

I answered, then straightened his hair and continued to massage his scalp. "Were you close to them?" "Maybe. I was younger then." He nodded. "How old are you now?" "Probably the same age as you." I said, taking a guess. "You're twenty wolf age, right?" He laughed. "My wolf is twenty for sure. But he's an old soul. I am two or three years older, depending on how you count it." "I am twenty one. My wolf is eighteen." "Your wolf is pretty young. Will my wolf like that?"

Alpha Silas asked, pulling me out of thoughts. I frowned, slightly confused by the question. “No. I wouldn’t. Well... not until this Sunday, at least.” Alpha Silas froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked completely bewildered. Beside him, my mother’s face went entirely blank. “What do you mean, Sunday?” Silas asked, his brow furrowing. “Aren’t you already twenty-one?” I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. Already twenty-one? I slowly turned my head to look at my mother. She refused to meet my eyes.