Ally Beardsley Age Novels & Stories

“I am Elder Laurel, it is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, finally.” “Nice to meet you too,” said Arla nervously. Drew gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “This is my husband, Elder Albert,” she pointed in the direction of the elderly man to her right. He was shorter and rounder than Elder Laurel, and he too, had the hood of his black cloak pulled up, hiding his hair from view. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, and the same pure white colour as his short, fluffy beard. He smiled warmly, his crinkling blue eyes conveying kindness.

Dean complained. Haisley smiled and then reached out her hand, rubbing Dean's arm. "He is indeed young, Dean, dear," she said mischievously. "Maybe around twenty-eight or so. Definitely not over thirty." Haisley replied hesitantly. "He's a local guy, and he's handsome too, right?" she teased, making Dean blush. "Don't tell me you're messing around behind Dean's back, Haisley?" Gilbert teased again. Haisley instantly looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

He seemed to be a man in his late twenties. My gaze then drifted to the details provided. So he's twenty eight years old, huh? Analiese is twenty three while I'm twenty one. He is not too old for Analiese, after all. My curiosity wasn't answered. It only grew. If Mr. Beaumont is not an old man and has adequate looks, then why Analiese ran away? "He is Mr. Beaumont, the groom. He is the owner of the largest conglomerate here in Great Britain. Very rich and influential."

An older man, sits between them, he has a frown on his face, like he doesn't like me already. The younger woman leans in and whispers something to the older woman, who then turns her attention to me. "Alright, let's start with an introduction. Tell us a bit about yourself." I clear my throat nervously. "Hi, I'm Abel. I'm 29, and I've been modeling for a few years now." Well that's a lie. I am glad none flips the papers to look into my bio. "I'm really excited to be here and have the opportunity to audition for you."

And judging by the date, Beverly would have been just three years old at the time. On her desk was a photo of Elaine and her together, taken when Beverly looked no older than 16 years old—perhaps even younger. "Ms. Sinclair, the people this gentleman brought have surrounded the company," Tyler said in a hushed voice. "The staff are a bit nervous." Beverly quickened her pace. "We'll be leaving right away." "No need to rush," James said as he settled onto the sofa. She hadn't even considered introducing him to them. How heartless.

Ulysses was being polite, but it was clear he didn't like Blade any more than she did. "My birthday is early in July," Alpha Clark Ward, a tall, wiry fellow with tints of red in his blond hair said, as if that comment was relevant. She had gotten the impression he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. "I'll be twenty-five. You're, like, old," he added, looking at Ulysses. "I wouldn't say old," Ulysses said with a shrug. "Ha ha! I would," Clark said, holding up his fist for Blade to bump it. Blade raised his eyebrows but then fist bumped Clark, who "blew it up" and then laughed again.

Except for his tender face, he is not my type. Although he was a young man, he looked very cute. But of course, when it comes to the sense of security, he wasn't comparable to Mr. Valentine. Her original intention was to praise Beau, but she didn't expect him to be so shocked. "Do you think he's innocent?" Eliza was stunned. "He's only twenty years old. Of course he's very young." "Ha." Beau sneered. So what if he was twenty? He was already an adult.

“Shadowests, huh!” “What, My Lord?” Berry opened a fraction of his eyes. He was the one facing them, but it was only the small one he was able to size. His head was round, complementing the bulging of his childish eyes, along with his stony nose. He had no hair on top of his head, making him look like a balding old man, but from the way he stood and from the way he acted, Berry had a hunch that he’s only about Blame’s age. The question was why he looked like an old man?

Truth be told, she enjoyed working with Leon because she believed that he could bring her luck. “Yes, I missed you.” Heather truly missed him. They seemed to have not met for a long time and he was no longer the teenage boy from her memories. “Come in.” Leon, too, welcomed her as the corner of his lips curved upward into a smile as innocent as a child’s. It had been quite some time since Heather last met him, so she was surprised that he grew out his beard. Under the sunlight, she could see that his smile seemed to carry a hint of vicissitudes of life.

“I’m so honored to have the Boston Alpha here in our place,” I look at the man with thick stubbles of beard on his chin, which is I think around his mid-forties of age. He’s wearing the same formal attire, a black suit like he’s into a serious business talk with Phillius. He’s a tall, broad-shouldered, and tough-looking guy that is too muscled for his age. They both extended their arms for a friendly handshake and I saw genuine happiness on the man's face upon seeing Phillius, which made me curious about the history between the two.