All Might Age Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, particularly those who are rereading, please refrain from leaving comments that contain spoilers for the next generation. Let everyone discover them on their own. Let's not spoil the fun for them. 💖💜 Much love, Cass --------- Caleb - 50 years old Jake - 49 years old Aeon, Darvin - 48 years old Riley, Dominic, Lucas - 47 years old Caspian, Kallan - 46 years old

I added, trying to sound casual. I didn’t care… or at least I told myself I didn’t. But the shameless part of me — the one currently throbbing between my thighs — needed to know. Maybe those older guys with money and power could be exactly what my greedy holes were begging for. “They’re mostly older, like in their forties and up,” Lissa said, checking her phone. “Usually come with their side pieces or whoever they’re fucking at the moment. Why are you even asking?” Before I could answer, her phone buzzed. Her face dropped instantly.

Caleb furrowed his brows. "Is that a couple tee?" "Yeah." "With Jason?" Mitch smirked as he Diana made kissy faces. "How old are you guys?" Tess asked them. "How old are you?" Eva smiled. "I'm thirty one." "I'm twenty eight," Caleb pumped. "We're all twenty six," David spoke for everyone. "I'm twenty five," Diana admitted shyly. "But, you have the brain of a forty year old," Tess praised her. "Hello? You have to tell me now!"

"He's not old. He's mature, well-established, smart, handsome, and we're going to like him anyway." "But, Ma, still I don't want to." "Mama and dad don't accept rejection." "Mom, I still want to enjoy my youth—" "We're old." "Mom !!" Allena screamed when her mother didn't want to listen to her at all. She didn't want an arranged marriage. Even though she is no longer a teenager, Allena still wants to play, and she is not ready to become a mother at her age. [] [] []

She pointed at the computer and said sarcastically, "Oh dear, I thought something this expensive was a gift from Rachel to her fiancé. Turns out, a pretty boy like you snatched it for yourself." Rachel frowned slightly. "Him? He didn't even graduate from high school. Does he even know what a computer is? Logan is preparing for postgraduate entrance exams and has to tutor me in a foreign language, so he needs this computer even more." Logan looked down to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with undisguised affection. Mary keenly sensed something. She opened her mouth but seemed to realize that it was inappropriate. She turned to me, urging me to speak with the look in her eyes.

All of us are between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-three, prime mating age, and the Harvest Festival is our one chance to meet people from outside the bubble of Silverhide and the closest packs of New Glade and New Emberfyll. Allison turned twenty-one this past winter but came into her wolf a few days prior. Georgie turned twenty-one two months ago, and she too had her wolf within hours of her birthday. Adelaide and Rebecca, twins, came into their shifting abilities the day before their birthday a month ago. Susan and Laurie, Henriette, Bethany, Penelope, and Raina all met their wolves. None of them were cast out into the night to traverse the trails leading up in the mountains.

As usual. “What do I have to pay to get my wolf back?” asked Allie. “I’ll find a way.” “Ten years of your life. From the moment the payment is made, you will be eighteen in age, but your body will be twenty-eight. When you’re fifty, your body will be that of a sixty-year-old, and so on for the rest of your life. Those years will never return.” Allie inhaled sharply, her eyes wide. “You’re crazy. That’s a preposterous fee!”