Amanda Fix Age Novels & Stories

Just wow! Where do I start from now? But something I quite understood was that she's a member of the crimson pack, that's enough to raise suspicions. "Okay follow me, we need to see someone." I beckoned to Amanda and stretched out my hands for her to grab. While walking out of my room, I questioned her. " How old are you Amanda?" "I'm six years old." Woah! How can a six year old child be this smart? "Stand right here Amanda." I said to her when I got to Draco's office I guess.

“Age is just a number. What matters is —” “Exactly,” Amanda interrupted sharply. “Just like how Dad is 20 years older than his stunning wife. Makes sense, right? Even if it’s, well … you know.” “Stop changing the subject, Amanda. This is about you!” “Well, I’m still not doing it. End of discussion!” Amanda folded her arms, her gaze brimming with defiance. “You stubborn child! You’re impossible to reason with!” her dad shouted, his temper flaring. Tiara once again attempted to calm him with a gentle touch. Amanda, now fed up, stood up abruptly.

He took a deep breath before responding calmly, "I'm doing fine, how about you?" Richard stuttered, taken aback by Jaxon's calm reply, "I'm doing fine, thanks for asking." Roxanne smiled, her eyes locking onto Richard's, and gave him a knowing nod. As the dinner continued, the silence returned, until Roxanne asked, "So, Amanda, how old are you?" Amanda beamed with pride, "I'm eight years old!" Roxanne smiled, "Wow, you're so grown up. I guess you have to take care of your dad now."

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

I was freaking 19. “It’s not safe for you to stay here alone,” my mom chimed in. “You’re 19, Amanda. You need an adult around.” “An adult? Seriously? Mom, I’m not a kid! I'm freaking 19.” She ignored me, of course. “Xavier’s house isn’t far from your school,” Alexander added. “And it’s only for a week.” I opened my mouth again to argue, but my mom cut me off with a wave of her hand. “This is final, Amanda. It’s not up for debate.”

She’s feeling conflicted, she wanted to help the guy but at the same time she wanted to secure Jack’s position in Mark’s heart. Mark’s silence was making her uneasy. Is he really considering a paternity test drive? “Honey, are you still there? We don’t need to decide now. We can still think of other options” she tried to dismiss the idea. “No, no it’s good. I’m just thinking we may need to widen the age range” Mark said thoughtfully. “What do you mean?” Amanda asked confusedly. “Widen the range from 0-5 years old. Because the first and last donation I made was five years ago”

“Are you okay?” Amanda took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m good.” Just like with Charles, she wasn’t going to crack. She would walk up to that door, knock, and state her business. Grabbing her bag, she opened the door and stepped out. “I won’t be long,” she told Lucas. “I’ll be right here,” he assured her. She was halfway to the door when it pulled open. A middle-aged woman appeared. She was probably in her late fifties, or sixty, probably.

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.

“Perfect. I will be right back with your bread and salads.” I nodded in response to her smile as she left. I like waitresses that didn’t hover. She was very professional and polite. She was a werewolf, so I figured she knew who we were. “I like her.” “Amanda is a good waitress. She has been a waitress for years.” “Where at?” I asked, taking a sip. “Little bit of everywhere. She is 18 years old and just got into college. She works here and at a bar at night to pay for rent.”

"How old are you, Amelia?" Her brows scrunched up as I questioned. "What?" "Give me an answer." I stepped closer and she gripped the nightstand to stop herself from falling asleep I inched closer. "I'm….umm…" she swallowed, tucking some strands of her hair away. "I'm 23." "Twenty three, uh?" I chuckled, my thumb tracing her lips. She froze at my touch, making me raise a brow. Did she get electrified? "I'm 33, Amelia. Ten years older than you."