A Certain Age A Novel Novels & Stories

ACE (9 Years Old) At my age, reading law books was considered “normal.” That’s what Mama said. But this evening, I didn’t want to read about jurisprudence or European court systems. I wanted to read about the other Atticus. The one who wasn’t me.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

“She said she got it when she turned eighteen. I only got mine recently, when I turned eighteen. If we’re twins, how are we not the same age?” 😍 Hello lovely reader, this is me grabbing another opportunity to say thank you so much for reading my imperfect book 🥺, you encourage me to keep writing. Please if you encounter anything that disrupt your reading experience, do not hesitate to point it out 🙏 Thank you once again 😍😍😍

Reign's POV When everyone left, I went and sat beside William, while he was working. I was caught up in a novel that I started reading four days ago. I put the reading in hold due to the hectic Christmas eve and Christmas days. However, my schedule was back to normal. This book is one of the most captivating I have read yet. It suits any age starting from 16 onwards. It was not smutty, cliche nor too much. It was just immaculate.

They were 16 and 14 years old at the time. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The document in her notebook. She was not, this time, eighteen years old and alon

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.

So does it mean that this pretty lady is one of Oliver’s co-worker? “Jesse and I’m sorry miss, I am not a teenager anymore I am already 25 years old.” I said. Do I have to tell everyone my age or do I have to carry my birth certificate every time I leave my home. “Oh I’m sorry. I thought because your face is cute. Also this Novel is popular with teens” I nodded at her and there is something I notice. I stare at her face and it seems like I met her before but I don’t remember when and where. She’s familiar.

“You’re not twenty—” “Yet,” I said. “And everyone knows that age has little to do with it.” “It has everything to do with it!” he hissed. “No one feels the mating pull before they turn twenty.” I stared up at him. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or that was truly what he believed. “That’s not what the Moon Goddess books say.” He frowned, “What… What book?” I rolled my eyes and marched back to my table. I pulled out the book from my bag and opened it to the page. As I turned around, I froze. He was pale, staring at the book.

Adrian insisted. I flushed again, “Do you remember when I told you that I liked romance novels?” The guys grinned and nodded. I blew out a breath and decided to give them full disclosure, “Well, I was just thinking about the age difference between us and that got me thinking about the comment of me being so young and you all being so much older. I don’t suppose you have heard of age-play?” Abel choked, “Are you going to call us daddy?” I blushed so beet red that there wasn’t a spot of me that wasn’t flaming with embarrassment.