Age Gap Novels & Stories

I explained, “but I’ll try my best. What’s your age preference?” “I wouldn’t want there to be more than five years between us.” He nodded, “I wouldn’t have agreed to such a gap in my twenties, though.” “Mid-thirties is ideal for increasing the gap. Maturity levels become more constant.” I explained, “How do you feel?” “A lot lighter.” He chuckled, “You’ve no idea how much easier you’ve made life for me.” “I’m glad.” I smiled at him and patted his forearm, “Shall we finish our meal?”

Just twice. Why? Ashwin’s throat felt tight. Ishaan sat up slightly, his fingers trailing along Ashwin’s arm, grounding him. “You know what else is strange?” Ishaan’s voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. Ashwin glanced at him. “The sibling gap.” Ashwin frowned. Ishaan’s eyes gleamed in the dim light, his expression unreadable. “Naga children are usually born centuries apart from their siblings,” he explained. “It’s rare for them to be close in age.”

"The age gap" Arabella had tried not to let the age gap between them bother her, she knew others around them would definitely bring it up and make her think about it. She shrugged as if her words had no impact on her. "There is nothing wrong with a ten year age gap" Arabella said finally taking a sip of her soda. It was gradually losing its taste because she had stirred it around so much. "That's what you say now until you both have to make real essential decisions and he is doing so like an oldie that he is. Yes, he is handsome and hot to look at not to date" Chole said.

He minus the 2020 to 1988 and her eyes winded after knowing his already thirty years old. "What the heck? That man is already thirty years old? And how many years our gap is...)" she paused and counts in her fingers, "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two—the fudge! Seven years of gap." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

She fell in step beside him, then asked plainly, “You’re not exactly young anymore. No girls chasing after you?” He stopped in his tracks, the look on his face darkening. “What?” she asked, turning back to him. "You think I'm that old?" Louis repeated, clearly displeased as the frown settled deeper on his face. "I’m only six years older than you. That makes me ancient? Is that why you keep pushing me away?" These days, age-gap couples were everywhere. Ten, even fifteen years apart wasn’t uncommon. Six years was hardly a big deal. Adora realized she might’ve spoken too bluntly.

Greg yelled loudly while struggling to grasp on anything. His vision is rapidly deteriorating, and he can no longer see anything. "Not twice his age! Just fourteen years" she amended him, which made him pause and become contemplative. "It was just a fourteen years age gap. It is not that much" she added with a pout, folding her arms against her chest. "It is not the Petrov's fault that they do not trust someone like you. They are merely following their instincts, which are telling them that you, your daughter, and your firm are cunning individuals," she continued with a raised brow.

About the age gap and the different life stages. I saw the doubt flicker in his eyes. That's all I need. Just a seed of doubt. Just enough to make him question what he's doing. Because the truth is, everything I said is valid. Ocean is forty-nine and Lola is twenty-three. That's a massive gap. Not just in years but in life experience, maturity, understanding of the world. Ocean needs a partner who can challenge him intellectually. Who can hold her own in his world. Who doesn't need constant protection and guidance.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring my birth certificate to the party. And for your information, I'm twenty-four, okay?!" "Twenty-four? I'm twenty-eight," he snapped as if the four-year age gap was some insurmountable obstacle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Sure, if I had revealed the whole truth, maybe it would've felt like a bigger deal. But hey, my dad was fifteen years older than my mom, so what was a measly nine years between adults? It's not like I was underage or anything.

"You think I don't know you're still here because of my friend." Elen tried to swallow his laughter but failed. "You caught me, guilty as charged." Their laughter filled the room. Maya had to wipe away tears as she laughed so hard; her brother was so mischievous. "Speaking of Beatrice, I am really into her, you know. She is gorgeous." "Ugh," Maya gagged, "spare me the love talk, okay? You're almost twenty-five and she's nineteen, that's a five-year gap.” Elen's arms were akimbo. "What the hell are you saying? People who have a ten or twelve-year gap marry."

She had promised no defensiveness and she was keeping that promise with both hands. "Fourteen years later," Diana continued, her voice quieter now, "the gap was everything." She looked back at Emma. "Not because of age. That's what people get wrong when they talk about these things. Age was never the problem." She paused. "It was where we each were in life. What we each still needed." The kitchen was quiet behind the closed door. Outside, a wave broke against the shore.