Aaliyah Age Is Just A Number Novels & Stories

Aliyah nodded, “it’s my fourth.” The boy looked at her in shock. “Fourth? Wait how old are you?” “I’m nineteen.” “Whoa,” he exclaimed, “I’m…” “Seventeen, I know now,” she smiled sadly. The boy smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck again. “If we had happened to be mates, would you have rejected me?” “Why would I do that? What is age but a number?” she asked. He smiled then, showing pearly white teeth, “I like you.”

Why, this child can read minds. I replied, "I did. Her name's Aaliyah. By the way, you said you're still young. How old are you?" I got really curious. She looks younger than I am. But maybe not so much. "Nineteen incoming twenty. So, not so young anymore. How about you?" "Twenty-two," I replied. I'm right. But Ruby is considered an adult now. "How about crazy?" Ruby looked at me with one eyebrow arched.

The same smile that stayed in place throughout each and every interaction that had led them here, across the world, and up the side of a mountain in the rain and sleet. “You agreed to this course of action,” the older woman reminded her calmly. Always so very calmly, as if that made it better. “It was less an agreement and more blackmail,” Aaliyah reminded her. She had fought too hard the past six years to take anything lying down. But then she sighed because she also wasn’t quite so foolish these days. She didn’t take pointless stands that might negatively impact her survival. That wasn’t an option available to her. Again, that was reality. That was life. And usually, she thought that was a

Raine added. " Sure, I'd pass by his place after our meeting to ask if he's interested." she agreed. " By the way, how's Aaliyah? It's been ages since I last saw her," Raine chipped in. " She's well but hangs out more with her friends than before. Im happy for her actually." Willow added on like a proud parent. ~ ~ She has dreams to be an envy, so she's starving You know, covergirls eat nothing She says, beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything

I picked the smaller one in her hand, "Thank you, you're very kind." I was about to give her some coins but she refused, "I am not selling this. You looked like my sister" "Where is she?" I asked her. She turned silent as she bow her head down, "I-I don't k-know..." "Aaliyah!" a soft toned voice called her, she raised her head to look at the person who called her. I looked at a woman about 30s in age, she's wearing an old jacket reaching down to her knees.

Natalia smiled, she was sure enjoying the show of pain, hurt that filled their expressions “Oh yeah, baby. They all are legal and they agreed willingly. Need I say none is below twenty three.” “Twenty three.” Aliyah muttered, the two words ringing in her head, something was oddly familiar about that age … What is it? Her brain seems to be too hurt to supply her the answer but not for long because she remembered she is currently twenty three years old. Natalia let out a hearty laughter after Aliyah quickly clicked pause and dropped the phone as if it turned hot. “Aside from me, he loves them young.” She smirked. “You!” Romero pointed at Natalia, his anger reaching its climax. “Natalia! That w

Seeing his silence, Alia somehow regretted asking the question. Did l hurt him by asking? She questioned herself. But again she remembered that he is 25 years of old. Four years older than her. Isn't it obvious that he could have had a girlfriend? Or did it end badly that he prefers not to talk about it. Oh no what l have l done. Realizing that the latter thought might be true, Alia wanted to tell him that it's okay if he doesn't want to answer the question but before she could spoke again, she had him say;

Same smile, just older. I dig up her number, call. No answer. Figures. So I text her instead: Hey Anna, it’s Aaliyah Moore. Long time. I just moved back to Manhattan and I’m hoping to reconnect. Call me when you can. Thanks 🤍 —Aaliyah Moore I set the phone down, but my eyes go back to the yearbook. And then the questions hit me, one after the other, too fast. Did he date her? Was that picture staged?

Lisa said proudly, and she slowly nodded her head. "And you could actually catch up?" Aliyah cupped her cheeks in her palms, a bit surprised. Liam couldn't help but lost in staring at her, admiring everything about her. How she has grown over the years. She was always cute, pretty, and attractive, she was the definition of perfection, the woman any man would be lucky to have as his, but sadly, he messed everything up. Will he be given another chance? He asked himself, but the answer was vague.

She gulps down nothing nervously as she turns her gaze to her dad, thinking of what to tell him. "Dad... He... He..." She bites her bottom lip when she can't come up with anything to say. "You fooled me, Alicia. There was never a boyfriend in Asia, was there?" The man snaps at her, burning in rage. "Honey... You have to be gentle on the little girl..." "Little girl, you say? She's twenty-nine for crying out loud. Her age mates are out there in their husbands' houses with kids, but here our only daughter is, still single at thirty..."