21+ Novels & Stories

I raised an eyebrow. “For you?” “Yes.” Now that was interesting. I crossed my arms, studying him carefully. “And who is it for?” I asked. No response. He simply looked away slightly. I smiled faintly. “If I’m going to get one, I need details,” I continued. “Age matters. It has to match the person.” Still silence. I stepped closer. “How old is she?” A pause. Then— “Twenty-two.” That was enough. I couldn’t help it. “Is it… Lily?” I asked.

Their eyes darkened with carnality as my arousal hit their noses. “What…present?” I stuttered, swallowing hard. “How old are you?” His gaze dropped to my face. Chills flooded my skin as I became conscious of our dangerous closeness. “21.” “Good. 21 orgasms for you, little dove. Can your little cunt handle that?”

God, I hope not. "All right, I'm just going to say it. Rae, this has to stop," Mom states firmly, pressing the palms of her hands onto the table precisely. Here we go. I knew this was coming. I should have just called and said I wasn't coming, I could mute her then. "You are twenty-five years old and act like a damn nineteen-year-old. You're out partying, and-" "Having fun?" I supply, setting down my menu. That's all I'm doing. Having fun. I'm not doing drugs, I'm not knocked up by a pimp. I'm having fun, and staying out of trouble... for the most part.

“It means little one.” I nodded. “So when is your cousin coming down?” “He’ll be here Saturday.” “How old is he?” “Technically or physically?” “Both.” “16 physically. 292 technically.” I sat up to look at him. “How do you tell the physical difference between 16 and 17?” “You don’t really, not until you hit twenty-one. Before then, it’s just a matter of opinion.” “Oh, makes sense.” “So, what have you and Alyx come up with for Mason’s party?”

Twenty nine years old. But no photos. Beside her, Sharon Grace also glanced at her, her eyes wide as a bronze bell. Sharon Grace raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "How old are you this year?" "Twenty-nine." Match!

I lean in сlоѕе tо рut іn mу оrdеr, аnd саtсh аn аllurіng scent of аftеrѕhаvе as hе ѕmіlеѕ bасk at me. Hе muѕt be just twеntу-оnе, аll bоуіѕh good lооkѕ аnd сlеаn whіtе tееth. It’ѕ nоt lіkе I’m оvеr thе hill оr anything just twеntу-thrее уеаrѕ оld but this рuрру seems a lіttlе уоung, despite his ѕеxу еxtеrіоr.

"I'm a grown-up." "By the way, how old are you?" "Here, the servants gossip a lot. Didn't you hear anything from them?" "Yes, I learned a lot from them, but I neglected to ask your age. So, what exactly is it? What age are you? You don't appear to be that elderly for a CEO. You have the appearance of a CEO straight out of a manga." "Twenty three." "What? You're still young. We're just eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three years old..."

I finally asked and clenched my jaw to anticipate her disappointing answer. "Seventeen." Holy fuck, seventeen. A fucking minor. I blinked several times while convincing myself that having a hard on towards a hot minor wasn't a sin. Just what the hell did I expect? Sadie's 19 and she's one year old when she was lost. "You?" She asked back. I let out a deep breath before answering, "21."

“Even with makeup, you look very young. Don’t tell me you’re also eighteen?! Or even younger” I shake my head with a faint smile. “No, I… I’m twenty-one.” She exhales, a trace of relief flickering across her features. “At least you’re older…. I kind of see it… in your body.” Leaning in slightly, her voice softens. “A piece of advice: accept your new life. I know it’s not what you wanted, but it’ll be easier if you just… accept it.”

“Unfortunately, yes. I was married when I was twenty. It was a big, stupid mistake, but it happened, and I can’t erase it…as much as I’d like to.” “Twenty,” I repeated blankly. Then I shook my head, too discombobulated by this entire information bomb to think straight. “You realize I’m still a year and a half away from twenty, and you’re throwing the number around like it was eons ago. Holy shit, how old are you?” She scowled. “Not that it’s any of your business because it’s totally rude to ask a woman her age, but I’m almost twenty-two.” I calculated in my head. “So you must’ve started working at Forbidden as soon as you hit twenty-one. Because your one year there is coming up in, what...Ma