Act Your Age Eve Brown Novels & Stories

Santina asked as she yanks back the newspaper from her. “Uhhh…17? no… 19? 20?” Evy had never actually known that part. All that she knew as she woke up was that she was young. Her real age though more than surpasses Santina for sure. “You’re old.” That's old? Are 27-year-old considered senior citizens here? “Well, how old are you?” “16,” She said proudly. Good for her. A competent adventurer and amazing magician at her age, she should be proud.

she quizzed back, a playful glint in her eyes. “I’m just curious. Were you brought here to work for Rebecca before you were even born?” Evelyn chuckled. “Everyone says that a lot,” she said. “But no, I’m not as young as people think.” She turned toward a door and opened it. “So, how old are you?” I asked again, watching her closely. She smirked, clearly enjoying my curiosity. “Okay. I am 45,” she finally revealed. My eyes widened. “No way!” Evelyn bowed slightly. “If that would be all, sir, have a splendid night’s rest,” she said before walking away.

Susan Baker—21 Adam Jackson—45 Raven Arronson—16 Amaranda Cosack—52 Henry Polls—30 Kyle Andrews—12 Ian Bond—63 Lavanna Cox—42 Larry Wilkinson—36 Ida Brown—25 Aaron Belue—19 Nathon Swanson—55 I initially thought the ages might have been some sort of numerical substitution code, such as 1 = A, 2 = B, 3 = C, etcetera. But as I look at the ages, I realize there are too many variations between them. Nick would want to make the message something I could find relatively easily, and a convoluted number code would not achieve that.

I need to find her ASAP! I spot Caleb Brown at the entrance of the mall with a few men in black suits who look like his bodyguards. They are all looking around as if searching for someone and some of his bodyguards are all talking on walkie talkies in hushed tones. What the hell is he doing? Caleb Brown is a 25-year-old famous wrestler. I don’t really know him but I have seen his 6-feet-1-inch self with curly blonde hair and blue eyes at a few charity functions.

Once Tony notices Pearl, he lifts him up and spins him making him giggle. Antony John Brown is the eldest child in the family. He is twenty nine years old, married to the love of his life Hilda for a year now and are blessed with a two years old daughter named Cynthia. He is an architect while his wife owns her own restaurant. Andrea Precious Brown is the next sibling after him, she is a twenty eight years old ceo of her own furniture company and a mother of two beautiful kids, and a wife to a doctor. Then there is me, a lawyer. Michael Sage Brown, McKenna Violet Brown and Mackenzie Lavender Brown, came last, them being eighteen years old and in their final year of high school. These kids ar

Ava had suddenly taken my place. ‘Doc. Brown would see you now, Mr. Kyle.’ the nurse said, staring fully at him. ‘Okay, thank you.’ Doc. Brown had aged since the last time I saw him, and that was three years ago. We communicated mostly through phone conversations and emails. I didn’t want anyone to know about our private appointments. He was still athletic and looking young. One look at him, and you will think that he was in his early twenties when, truly, he was the same age as me: thirty.

“Can we talk about my birthday.” Jessica Brown looked up immediately, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She closed the magazine slowly and crossed her legs. “Of course, darling,” she said. “I was wondering when you would bring it up.” Edward Brown turned around, slipping his phone into his pocket. His tailored suit looked effortless on him, as if wealth had always known where to sit on his shoulders. “You will be seventeen,” he said proudly. “That is not a small thing.” Clara smiled, sitting opposite them. “That is why I want it to be special. I want the party at home. Not a hotel. Not a hall. Here.”

His grey eyes for his age still had so much life and his full red lips can make you forget whatever you’re supposed to be doing. “I’ll take that as a no then.” He replies, a self-satisfactory smirk appearing on his face and Karen can’t tell if she wants to slap it off or kiss it off. “I’m not saying you’re not old, I just think your age doesn’t tell on you.” She admits, “How old are you again? Forty?” The smirk on his face disappears, and she smirks at his displeasure. “I’m thirty-six, not forty.” She shrugs, “Still close.” and gets down from her stool and walks to the door. “You should change and get going. Do you need a walking stick?”

Brown didn’t know how to introduce me to his rich friend, “she lives here.” Ashton ran a slow gaze on my body from head to toe. “How old are you?” For some reason, I felt dirty under his scrutinizing gaze, “Fi…fifteen,” I stuttered. “Wow. You don’t look…” he then tilted back his head and looked at Mr. Brown, “She is beautiful.” I think I detected dislike in Mr. Brown’s eyes, “She is like a daughter to me,” Why was Mr. Brown acting like a weakling?

I must ensure everything is in place to go perfectly without any problems or further delays. I smile sinisterly... ************************************************************************ Three Days Earlier Far, Far Away... Thursday, 22nd July 2021 Aubrianne Ivanov POV I stare at myself in the mirror and see that spark of excitement dancing in the depths of my big almond-shaped eyes. Light honey brown with a hint of grey is my natural shade, and they glow gleefully. They soon move to my heart-shaped lips, then soft angled eyebrows, straight nose, and long brown hair kissed with streaks of highlights.