Novel & Cerita 21+

he smirked. I scoffed. "I'm already 18, for your information." "Exactly," he said. "Quite young." "You're just old," I deadpanned. He rolled his eyes. "I'm 22. I don't think I'm that old yet." My eyes slightly widened in surprise. "You're 22?" He raised his eyesbrows. "What? Were you expecting me to be 40 or something?" I pursed my lips together. Well, he certainly looked young. However, he has this mature vibe to him—must be because he's been the Mafia Boss for four years already.

Damien laughed and asked me the most unlikely question. “How old are you again?”. For a moment I forgot my age. It was like I was under a spell. “Hello”, he waved his hand in front of me. I cleared my throat softly and responded “Twenty four years”. He was pleased by my response and walked out of his seat. “In Cabin, when you are sixteen years old you are legally allowed to have a baby, drive a car and work. When you are eighteen, you are legally an adult. Mr Swift, how old are you?” He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me.

he wanted to complain but his wife interrupted. “Where are you off too young lady?' “My class is hosting a party.“ Stella stared at the clock and shakes her head in disapproval. “It's late.“ “Mom, it's 8pm.“ “And I said it's late, come back in room and sleep or better still read your books.“ “Mom. This isn't fair, I am no longer a child. I'm 21 years.“ “20 years,” Stella corrected. “Same thing, my birthday is in two months. What difference does it make? I'm an adult and I have the right to go for parties.“

He asked again "And how old are you? You look eighteen" He added while giving me an up to down look "I'm twenty one sir" I replied a little upset about "I would have preferred someone older, cause like I said, he is a jerk" he said and I couldn't help but feel upset He didn't have to say that to me though,but what can I say, I'm the one in need of a job "I can deal with it sir, our age difference is not so much, so I think we can relate well with each other" I replied trying to convince him that I could do the job

His hair is so blond that it looks white and so angelic. Why eyebrows furrowed, why do you want to know how old I am? “I am twenty-one years old, sir.” I replied, a smirk sat on their faces as they seemed to have a secret conversation in their heads. “I would like a steak, rare with potatoes and broccoli.” One of them said as the other agreed with the same exact dish.

Ella exclaims. “Adella, what did you think I'll say? You're 18 and he is 24. Do you consider a guy this old will wait on you for sex?" Adrian yells. My right eye twitches. Motherfucker! Time for my entrance.

After I swallow, I add, "It's kind of fucked up, you know." He takes a break from cutting his pasta to cast me a confused look. "What do you mean?" "We should be the same age," I point out. "I'm twenty one now and you also are, though you'll be 22 soon?" He shakes his head. "Didn't even cross my mind." I take another sip of wine.

"Since age is just a number and I told you that I am plus one years old, why can't you accept that I have told you my age? Why can't you accept that I have been telling you my age for the past two minutes?" "Plus one is not a number but an addition to something. It is more like, there are three people in a group, then you add a new person and say, there is plus one now." "You are totally wrong, Uncle Max," I corrected. "There is a number in plus one and it is one. I am plus one years old. You have to accept that." *

His green eyes studied me as though I had very single ounce of his attention. I faltered a moment beneath his gaze before finding my voice again. “How old are you?” He smirked slightly. “Twenty-one.” I nodded slightly but didn’t turn away from him. It was as though he had me under a trance. “Do I get to know yours?” he asked. “Eighteen,” I replied, and, for reasons I couldn’t fathom, I continued. “I turn nineteen in a couple weeks.” His eyes traveled up and down my body as he wet his lips. “I look forward to celebrating it with you.”

Its language. "That age? How old am I you think you miss?" I crossed my arms as I stared at him intently. I just stared at him for a while. He should fix his answer so that no trouble will happen char, it's just a joke of course but when he says I'm really 30 plus I'll just be a little angry with him, it's just a little eh. "Those in the 20-22?" I was a little taken aback by his answer.