Aaliyah Age Is Just A Number Novels & Stories

"Maybe you should go ahead and be with a woman of your age..." Before she could finish her sentence, Braxton got down from the bed and walked towards her in a long stroll, he grabbed her face in his hand and tilted it up so that she could look at him. "What did you say? A woman of my age? Just how old are you Alicia, 50? 60? Even so, you're more beautiful than most of these young girls and I know that you'll be 36 next week, you are not old." He said angrily, Alicia looked down on the ground nervously and bit on her lips.

"She replied as tears slipped down her eyes. "Don't worry whether your mate or not someone who will love you will come for you."Laura said to her in a consoling manner. "Thanks alot, I'm Alisha and I'm thirty, you?"Alisha introduced herself while sitting up from the bed and staring at Laura. "Wow, what a beautiful name for a beautiful lady, I'm Laura and I'm twenty four."She said with a smile while extending her hand for a handshake. Alisha is a beautiful woman even in her early thirties she looks like one in her late twenties. She has two sisters and they have all found their mates though she's the eldest amongst. She had never been lucky in a relationship so it all came crumbling down.

As if sensing my distress, Aaliyah sits down once more. “Are you a virgin?” she asks quietly and I nod lying, but it is better than telling her the truth. She gives me a knowing smile before she laughs a little. “Well, no wonder you are nervous, but trust me, you have nothing to worry about. My first time was with Cahya and he was so gentle with me I cried,” she gushes, applying the makeup to my face.

“In and out no one left alive. You don’t mess with me and live to tell about it.” Jacob left me in the bar and I turned back to my whiskey. I was running through the plan for tomorrow night in my head when I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Hey, babe, what brings you here tonight?” I turned around and saw Aliyah, she was just one of the few women that I kept around on a normal basis. She was five foot six, chestnut brown hair, big brown eyes, and full lips. Her body moved perfectly to the rhythm of the music as she walked closer to me.

She should be around the age of twenty-two also. "Aisha is my name. But everyone calls me Sha". Said a girl I think should be a teenager. She is the most beautiful of them all. She should be around eighteen or nineteen years old. She has dimple cheeks. She has tan skin. Black long hair that is tied at the back. She is also taller than I am. She is curvy and I love her pink lips. "Mine is Gabriella". Said the oldest of them all. A woman in her late twenties. Probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She is dark-skinned. I think she is of mixed blood of black and white. She is also beautiful and she has dark brown tight and curly hair.

“I’m sorry for your loss. I—” “I don’t want to talk about my dead wife,” I clipped. She nodded quickly and bit her lip. Fuck, why did she have to look cute and innocent. There were so many teenage girls who plastered their faces with enough makeup to add ten years to their true age—not Ayla . She looked like seventeen, and she wouldn’t miraculously look older in four months when she turned eighteen. I’d have to ask her mother to put lots of makeup on her face for the wedding day.

“I’m so happy for you, Jordyn! Who is it? Is he from our pack, oh my god, he hasn’t marked you yet, has he, because if he has, I’ll...” “Alaia! Only the goddess knows how I put up with you. Would you let me finish, please?” “Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “Anyway, as I was saying...I think I found my mate last week, but I can’t be sure since he’s not eighteen yet.” My lips formed an “O,” and I finally realized what she was saying.

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

she said in all seriousness while looking at her sister in the not so far distance away from us. "But ten is far too young for me, Adrina!" I said with a slight horror evident in my voice. I want her to understand what I just said but she is just too serious for my liking. Or perhaps, everyone here, too, thinks like I do. I wanted to laugh and tease her but I changed my mind. Her stare is not helping either. I thought she was just seven or eight because she is much smaller than the children I know at her age. "For me, my age is not that young anymore, Aliara. I'm ten," she said with conviction and finality. I cannot help but just shake my head.

Jabal said and left for his room in anger. Aaliyah attended a girls school, Queen’s academy while Jabal was placed in an all-boys school. Aaliyah began liking girls and she had lots of girlfriends in the school which her brother and parents are not aware of. She hasn’t been asked out by a guy before neither has she gotten close to any guys before except for her brother. She kept her sexuality a secret until she was caught making out with a girl in the restroom and she was expelled with the girl. It was really embarrassing for her parents and she confessed to her parent she is into girls and not boys but they won’t hear of it.