21+ Novels & Stories

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.

Piper blinks, Right, she is. Ember sits up like this is breaking news. “Twenty-one. That’s a real birthday. That’s not fake teen stuff anymore. That’s legit adult-adult.” “You act like I’m turning forty.” “You might as well be,” Ember gasps. “Twenty-one is elite.” Piper smiles despite herself. “I don’t need a big thing.” “Good. Because I already have it covered and it’s not a big thing.” Piper gives her a suspicious look. “What does that mean?”

“How old are you?” He glanced my way before answering, “I am twenty-two. Or at least I will be in a month.” I almost choked. “You are only twenty-one.” I said glancing back at the house in the side mirror.” This guy seemed to have everything and yet he was only four years older than me. He lived by himself and must have some kind of career because he mentioned meetings. His age matched his looks but he was much too mature to be just twenty-one. “Are you still in college?”

Chase Reed Jackson - 26-year-old Commander-in-chief (soft black hair) 6'3" Hunter Smith - 22years old school guy (ash gray hair) 6'2" Kelly Kendrick - 24 years old (honey-blond hair) 5'9" • • • 🌼Amari's P. O. V.🌼 The next two days is my 21st birthday. The day I've been waiting for my whole life. I will find my mate. Hopefully! Every she-wolf, as soon as they turn 21, will be able to detect their mates, or their mates will be able to detect them, while males as soon as they turn 20. Both should turn on their right ages to be able to find their mates.

I said seriously. He smirked at me. Some of his men did too. “Do you think a million and a hundred dollars is easy breathing, dear?” I groaned frustratedly. “I know, but I really need it!” “How old are you?” “T-Twenty-one...” “Your work?” “I’m a s-server in a restaurant.”

He replied and I swallowed my saliva. "Nice." I said. "Thanks. When I was twenty years old, that was one of my dreams. I never wanted to work for anyone." He said. "I'm glad you accomplished your dream. When you were 21?" I asked and smiled because I was shy to ask him about his current age but luckily, he was smart to know where I was going. "Yeah, when I was 20. I'm 25 now, what about you?" He asked. "21… I mean 22." I replied.

“He’s not a kid.” Callum scoffed. “Juno, come on. She’s what—eight years older than him? Six?” I cleared my throat. “That’s not much.” He gave me a look. “Not much? The boy’s twenty-one, Jun.” “Twenty-three,” I said too fast, too defensive. “He’s twenty-three.” Callum blinked, then smirked. “Wow. Why so defensive? You sound like his PR rep.” Heat rose in my face, and I snapped, “Because he’s not a child, okay?”

That was four years ago. “I don't believe it! Diana?” To her, the night lit up. She looked at him from head to toe. He looked better now than before. Tall, with tanned skin. In the modern style of today's guys. He wore his hair in a small ponytail, a three-day beard, and eyes more golden than the best Scotch whiskey. Nose outlined. His body exuded arrogance, confidence, and determination. They had met after a long time many times, as he had become a partner in the company where he worked. He was practically her “Big Boss”.

Lily: "For hell's sake, I am twenty-two not some baby and how old are you?" Grayson growled suddenly, I knew he was fighting the urge not to lash out at his mate but he was not able to hold it inside after he lashed out, I could feel his regrets in his eyes, and he hissed shutting his eyes. "... And please don't tell me, that you are twenty-three because I know you are not," this time, his voice was low and now our eyes were focused on Sandra waiting for her to say her age, with the way Jena and she are close, it only means they might be in the same age and she might be twenty-one or twenty because I guess that is the age Jena is.

“You told me that your birthday is in June when you first got here. Is that true?” “No,” I moan as I feel his tongue trace the skin from my shoulder to my ear. “My birthday is in two weeks. I’ll be 21.” “That’s why we feel this pull to each other, my love,” he tells me. “It’s because as you get closer to your 21st birthday, you’re feeling the pull to your mate. To me.”