Age Gap Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“Just say yes to Rizzo already. You need a wife, Nicolas. You could have one in less than four months. Felix is desperate to bring you into his family. If he weren’t, he’d be lining up another husband for his daughter. Yet here he is, waiting for you to finally make up your mind.” I drank half my martini in one gulp, ignoring the burn tugging down my throat. “There’s a fourteen-year gap between us. You realize I’d be waiting for that girl to turn eighteen? And where I come from, marrying with that kind of age gap… It feels like abuse.” “Then marry a widow. And where I come from, a man without a woman is a sorry excuse. Besides, you really want a woman who’s hung up on another man after Gaia?

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

“You can’t just do this, Liam. You know why I am doing this. We can’t be fucking together! We can’t just—” “Why not?” he snapped, the restraint in his tone finally breaking. “Tell me, because of my age or your age? Is there a law that says age gap is a fucking crime for loving someone?” Her pulse raced so fast she thought she’d faint. “Loving someone?” she bit back. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t fucking love me! You just want the sensation I can give to you. You just want the—” “Sensation?”he cut her off sharply.

Just like that, they lost the baby. He could barely breathe. Holding to the last absurd ray of hope, he clicked on the third attachment, his hand shaking. It was an audio recording. Summer’s sweet and smug voice blared from the speaker. “...I tripped by myself at home, but I called him and wept that I'd been attacked. He sent all his men to save me within ten minutes!” Her cocky laughter in the recording was like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart. Her call for help that night… had been nothing more than a joke.

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you starting to make moves on me. Every teasing glance, every little game you played… it drove me crazy. But I didn’t know how to react. I was afraid of what people would say about the age gap, what my son might think, the gossip.” He paused, his expression softening with something vulnerable I hadn’t seen before. “But now? I don’t care anymore. Plenty of couples have bigger gaps than ours. Life is too short to keep pushing away something real because of what others might think. I want you. All of you. And I’m done pretending I don’t.” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The confession felt heavy and sweet at the same time. I reached up

With not having a man in my life I have had a lot of spare time. I work in a local nursing home as an aide during the night. I make sure the residents are happy feed and healthy. Since I work nights and they sleep for the most part I have free time. I read or listen to books. A lot. And I have a specific taste in the choice of novels I enjoy, Romance and the dirtier and more fantasy they are the better. I may have spent over four hundred dollars on a pay for reading app within the last six months and in the last year listened to 98 Audible books totaling over 34,697 minutes of romance, 14,151 minutes of fantasy and sci-fi and 9,336 minutes of fictions. Currently expressing my innermost desir

I said and she chuckled. “True.. I guess we should travel alone when we reach our 14th year anniversary.” She said and I looked at her disbelief. “You’re mean.” “What?” “I have to wait 7 years?” I asked and she laughed. “5 years?” “You’re funny.” “4 years?” “No.” “Fine! 8 years.” “Why go up instead of going down?!” I scoffed and she laughed. “Fine, in 2 years.” “In a year.” I protested.

“We aren't mates. We are just fuck buddies.” My face dropped low, my lips pouting even more. Frustrated. Confused. I dropped his hand. “You were once like my little sister or perhaps, a daughter. The age gap is massive. How is it possible for us to be together forever?” “Age matters not.” It's a phrase I learnt reading romance novels and books and sure it didn't matter. “Look we're having sex every blessed day and we flow well, how do you take that for us being mates?”

She is happy and wants us to share in it. After all, she's been reunited with the one she loves. Unlike me. Amos has been calling me since my outburst to him, but I've refused to pick any of his calls up. What could he possibly want to say to me? I don't want to talk to him. I confessed my feelings, not to gain his pity, but just to let him know. It seems I'd have to avoid him from now on. Audrey's long-lost lover is back, Alex and Damon are back together, Phoebe is getting married, Amanda has made peace with her babies, and even now seems excited to finally get to meet and see them.

I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down. Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, 'Wuthering Heights,' and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake… Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I'd succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.