Aaliyah Age Is Just A Number Novels & Stories

That conversation left her frustrated and uneasy when Trisha made a few pointed innuendos. “What’s the big deal?” Trisha asked as they walked out to their respective cars, Rebecca’s blue Audi parked next to Trisha’s beat up red Honda. “The big deal is that he’s twenty-two, Trisha. That’s honestly gross.” “The guy at the bar was at least twenty-six. Is there a set age that’s okay?” “Yes, and it’s honestly thirty. I’m in my mid-thirties, so the guys I date should be in their thirties too.” Rebecca pulled her keys out and hit the fob, the lights coming to life as the car made a sound of awareness.

I blame her attitude solely on my father who babied her and gave in to everything she wanted as a child. “Of course, father, I will not let you down.” I said bowing to him. He held up his hand, signaling for me to wait. “There is more Alliah. It is no secret that I am not getting any younger. With this event, I would really appreciate you trying to get along with the other officials. Find a man to settle down with so that I don’t have to worry about you beyond my grave.” His voice was stiff, but he meant well. I knew he was worried about me having a successor as I grew older. I was already 21 without even a married partner, which is unheard of for Princesses. I of course was not a typical Pr

“How he could cheat on your mum is beyond me. Look at that woman, she’s so fine.” “Okay okay, don’t be gross. I always knew you had a thing for my mum.” “Who wouldn’t? She’s brunette and smells so delicious and she looks like a model and she’s forty three years old and her name is Naya. Damn damn damn.” “I’ll hit you with this shoe if you keep thirsting over my mum.” Alicia said, a small laugh emitting her mouth as she set the shoe she was holding down. “At least she’s cool enough to let me throw a party here. I’m low-key nervous, what if nobody comes?”

I curled up into a fetal position thinking about the series of strange, surreal events that had overturned my life this week from what it had been before… Five days ago: “Do I really have to do this?” I grumbled to Daya, the only friend I had. She was fixing her makeup, putting on some eye glitter on her lids expertly, but had the time to turn around and fix me a long glare. “Don’t start with that kind of attitude now, Alicia,” she warned me in her no-nonsense tone. “Besides, you should be happy I even thought to take you out on your birthday. You’re no longer a teenager. You’re 22! How much longer are you going to keep on complaining about my goodwill?”

Aaliyah asked, without beginning with a Hi. I laughed and answered, “No, I don’t,” as I pulled off. “He doesn’t have anyone but a lot of girls like him,” Riley whispered to her friend. “Do you want one??” Aaliyah asked with excitement. “Uh,” I said thoughtfully. “I’m not in a rush so it depends on who, you have someone in mind?” “My Mom!” She shouted. “Remember last time you asked if she’s single??”

Alicia replied. "Have you met any suitable guys you're interested in?" Calla inquired with concern, knowing Alicia was about to turn 30 this year. "Lady, how would I have time for dating? My mother's health is getting worse, and I'm swamped with taking care of her while working!" Alicia frowned. Hearing this, Calla let out a sigh. "Enough about me. Remember what you mentioned on the phone last time? Are you and Pierre dating?" Alicia swiftly changed the topic by bringing up Calla's personal matters.

I was painfully thin. Baggy jeans and an oversized shirt. Bruises and scratches. The difference between us was almost embarrassing. Even standing beside Kym, I looked more like someone's maid than her best friend. I was only twenty-two years old. Yet I looked like I was already in my thirties and raising five children. "Just give me time, Kym. I'll get out eventually." "I'll pray for that, Alia. To every saint if I have to." I smiled at her and quickly forced myself to change the subject.

He will make a deadly wolf, I presume. Aaliyah is lucky, too lucky than I can imagine and it hurts. She has the perfect life even as a child. She had a great papa, it's quite unfortunate that her mama die. A great pack, superb and sexy ass mates at her butty call, and the cutest little thing. No disrespect to Petian. “Jeez, how didn't I think this through before leaping? He's going to cry his guts out or possibly get a fever and I can't deal.”

I said, trying to break the silence between us. Her eyes glanced at me for a second, and then went back to her food. "My name is Aliyah, and I am from the Silver Moon Pack." "And how old are you?" "I’m eighteen, Alpha—" "Reid, Aliyah. Just Reid…" "F–Fine," she replied softly, not wanting to look at me. My eyes narrowed. "Why did you leave your pack?" Her head lowered, seemingly avoiding the question. "You’re packless, and unmated," I stated.

Aaliyah’s POV My suitcase sprawled open on the bed, half-packed with silk blouses, heels, and a laptop—pieces of a new life I was chasing in London. Tomorrow, I’d fly out to marry Orrin Hayes, a billionaire whose deal promised revenge and rebirth. However, I felt I couldn't do this alone. I needed Lisa, my best friend. I don't know how I'd have been able to make a decision without her. Besides, I already talked to Orrin about it and he totally agreed.