All Might Age Novels & Stories

When she had thought she had no mom, Elena had always been there for her, she filled the position of her mum even when Damien never believed her, Elena did and there she was still believing so much in her. “Awwnnnnn….I should be thanking God for bringing you into my life at my old age!” Elena hugge her back. Aella giggled at her choice of words and pulled back to look into Elena's eye. “Old age??? You are going to be just 55 in the next three days.” Aella said amidst laughter. The truth about Elena was she had Damien at a pretty young age, but even though she was 55 she looked 40. You will never guess.

Seeing this, Aurelie thought these men were really close to each other. "Alright, guys. You're all grown ups now and stop playing around while Aurie is here," Hero told them. Aurelie glanced at Hero before shaking her head and her both hands. "No, it's okay. I don't mind seeing them like this. Besides, it's much more ideal to see them somehow comfortable with each other." "But, what exactly is your guess?" Austin asked her again. Aurelie stared at them all before trying to give them her honest response. "I think you guys are in the age bracket of thirties."

"Don't you understand? They wouldn't match a seventeen year old with a person beyond twenty five years of age. Besides, if you don't like him you can straightaway dump him. Nothing will happen against your will. Above all, you also get to hog on free food!" "Erm . . . okay, but I'm seventeen. Underage people are allowed in these dates?" I asked dubiously. Emily looked annoyed as she shook my shoulder vigorously and replied,"You are turning eighteen in a month. Besides, you are Georgia Brooks! Who would deny you?" "Ah . . . that's flattering. But seriously, minors are allowed?" * * * "There you go. You look . . . presentable." "Well, thank you," I remarked and allowed Peaches to dab some powd

, Arthur said confidently. “I agree. I can’t be fake when it comes to friendship and I really like Arthur for you. You want an old school dominating male to handle you”, Giselle replied while nodding in agreement. “Thank you, both” Nate said happily. “You look like you are twenty-eight. What’s your real age, Arthur?” Giselle asked curiously while turning towards Arthur. “Um, I turned 1032 this year.”

“The estate’s too far from my office. And Allie still has classes.” Robert scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Too far? It’s ten minutes! You’re making excuses.” Elizabeth laughed lightly, setting her fork down with grace. “Father, let them enjoy their newlywed phase. Besides… if they stay alone, we might have a grandchild sooner than you think.” Allie coughed, nearly choking on her rice. “I—um—” Her cheeks flamed. Grandchild? Was everyone insane? She was only twenty! Robert nodded enthusiastically. “That’s true! Allie, you should eat more—you’re too thin. You need to take care of yourself.”

They showed me around and accommodated me, telling me some basic rules and information about their training. "How old exactly y'all?" I asked, feeling kinda curious about them. "I'm 19," said John. "18." Tarzan. "18." Mariah. "16," said the most tiny in their little group, Aia. I shrugged my shoulders. They weren't that old. Just around my age and I'm glad that I wouldn't be awkward around them 'because they're not that old for me to hang out with. Aia and I sat on a trunk as we watched the three fight against each other in hand on hand combat.

she asked and Adrian nodded in affirmation. “And Arthur was already alive at that time, wasn’t he?” she probed. “Yes,” Adrian answered and he watched in surprise at how the colour drained from Amelia’s face. “How old are you guys?” Amelia asked curiously. “How old do you think we are?” Adrian asked with a mischievous smile on his face. “Well the internet says that you're thirty, Arthur is thirty two while Lance is twenty five,” Amelia stated. “Did you see those little children at the packhouse?” Adrian asked.

Gasps sound all around me, but aunt Allie quickly shut it down, thanking me for the information and then directing the attention back to Athena’s evening. The music starts, aunt Allie and uncle Blake walk up onto the stage with the Beta’s and Gamma’s, waiting for the new generation to come down and join them. Tilly, Christy and Olivia are not of age yet, but they are initiated tonight anyway, and their parents will govern their process for the next two years until they turn 18.

I wanted to age and die peacefully, I'm happy they didn't force me. “I'm really sorry for not turning into a vampire, I wouldn't have aged. I wouldn't have been old and haggard like this, Owen. I'm so sorry, I'm going to leave you soon." I say looking at him. I love my mates so much and the thought of leaving them hurts me deeply and my children too. They also stopped aging moment they hit eighteen. They are almost seventy now but they look the same as they were when they were eighteen. I'm glad atleast my mates won't be completely alone, a part of me through my children will always be with them.

People were walking around, laughing, chatting, training, or even playing with children. Ash smirked. “That’s because werewolves stop aging at twenty-five.” I nearly tripped over my own feet. “Wait, what?!” Aiden chuckled. “Yup. Once we hit twenty-five, we don’t age anymore. So most of the people here? They’re probably centuries old.” My mind reeled at the thought. “Centuries?” I echoed in disbelief. “You mean… your mom—” My eyes widened as I thought back to their mother’s youthful face. She looked like she could be their older sister, but if what they were saying was true…