Amare Frost Age Novels & Stories

From that position, she had to tilt her head upward to look at Oscar. She held out the packets toward him. "Oscar. I was wrong. If you'll spare our family, I'll gladly live with the headaches every day for the rest of my life." Oscar looked down at her. Once upon a time, Amara was his eldest sister. She was 30 years old this year. All of the sisters were striking, and today was her engagement party. She wore the finest dress she owned. Now she was crouching in the dirt, begging him.

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“We have here our newest member, Amber Banks!” More cheers and whistles. “She is…how old are you again Amber?” Amber gently spoke into the microphone, eyes still downcast and hands holding tightly onto her barely-there kimono, “Twenty-one.” Cecil looked up and smiled into the mirror, nodding with approval, “I see…that’s a wonderful age for new experiences. Don’t you think so men?” The men roared. Fabian had to roll his eyes.

“Hi, Mr. Frost! My name is Harper Sinclair, and I’m calling to see if your company is currently looking for new representation?” “New representation?” he repeats. His voice dances with a sudden, rich amusement. “What is it that you believe you can do for me, Miss Sinclair?” The playful banter catches me off guard. James Frost is the legendary, ruthless billionaire CEO of Frost Industries. I expected an abrasive, intimidating old man, but this voice sounds shockingly young, vibrant, and undeniably flirtatious. “Well, I'd love to show you,” I say, crossing my fingers tightly under the desk. “Would you be interested in meeting with me to discuss this in person?”

Then Ama who had stayed late for the eastern circle preparation sat beside him and said nothing. Just sat. After a while Roan said: "She is smaller than I remembered." Ama waited. "She seemed enormous when I was young," he said. "Fourteen years of watching everything. Knowing everything. The person who told me to go." He paused. "She is small. She is fifty-three years old and she has been carrying fourteen years of records in a small body in a cold territory and she is still there." He looked at his hands.

“How old are you again, Amara?” I froze. “T-twenty-four,” I muttered, instantly regretting it. He chuckled, low and slow. “Ah, yes. The twenty-four-year-old minor.” “Don’t mock me,” I said, glaring at him. “Oh, I’m not mocking you.” He leaned against his desk, folding his arms. “I’m just remembering the same twenty-four-year-old minor who came into my office months ago and said, ‘Take me. I’m all yours.’ Tell me, Amara… who should be sued now?”

"I'm Amara Louise Lexecavriah, 25 years old." "You're 25 years old? I thought you're just 18 or something. You're small, too." Amara glared at him and pulled the tiny hair on his chest that made him groaned a bit. "Damn you! Do I look like a kid to you?! Hindi mo ba nakikita 'tong katawan ko?" She removed the comforter that is wrapped on her body. "Is this the kid that you're talking about, huh?" she said almost bragging while referring to her boobs that is now exposed in front of him.

Lukas looked at her in surprise. Amelie almost spat out the tea she was drinking. Luckily, she maintained her grace, a difference of one year old? How is this possible? Lukas could feel that she was shocked, and immediately said calmly, "Seriously, I did not lie to you. I am 29 years old this year, and did not report my age, do you want to see my ID card?" Amelie forced herself not to laugh, and shook her head, "No need, I believe in you."

She needed some time alone. A memory played in my head, about a moment I could never stop beating myself about. A moment I truly regret. °°°°°°°°° ~Flashback Damien at 22, Amara at 18 It was the night I had been waiting for. Amara's eighteenth birthday. I had left the pack house a few minutes before 12, because I wanted to be the first person to wish her. Her parents would probably throw a fit if they catch me sneaking in to their house by this time, but Amara and I have never minded.

He smiled at her before pecking her lips and getting back to his talk. She turned to look at Amira to see her smiling again. "How old are you?" Amira asked her, turning everyone's attention on her. "I'm twenty-two," she said confidently, making Jade raised her eyebrow, and looked at Edmund. "She's way younger than Irina, Edmund," Jade said, looking at Edmund with a smirk. "No, she's not. Larry is twenty years older than me, and there's no problem." Amira rolled her eyes at Jade. "I still think she's too young," Jade repeated.