Amare Frost Age Novels & Stories

her eyes flick away from me and back. “Five? H-How old are you, Amari?” She smiles, “Well, next month I will be a hundred and sixty-two.” I feel my mouth drop. She doesn’t look like she could be older than thirty. A thought occurs to me, “Amari, i-if you’re almost a hundred and sixty-two...how short are my lifetimes? That’s an average of a little over thirty years per life.” “It’s a conversation for another time, Iok- Kas,” she pauses for a moment, “I know time is of the essence, but actually, I think having this conversation now may actually help you heal your friend.”

"But I won't betray my best friend. No matter what you do to me." I chuckle. "Can you tell me how old Amira actually is?" She looks at me confused. "She's thirty." "There's no record of her birth." Her brows furrow. "There has to be. Everyone has a birth record." I pick up the folder, holding it out to her. "Look for yourself. "

He let out a deep sigh and said, “ I can’t believe what that b**** tried to pull off, that too right in front of my eyes. How would I forgive myself if something had happened to you.” I buried my head in his chest and said, “I am okay… nothing happened to me but…” A sob escaped my throat as grief washed over me. “Are you crying for that ungrateful lady?” He questioned, using his finger to lift my chin. I pursed my lips and shook my head as a fresh stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. “Then?” “Amora…” I whispered and buried my head in his chest again. It was so unfair. Amora didn’t even get to see the world and I had a role in it.

Finn chimed in awkwardly, "Ambrose, this is my girlfriend, Josie …" Ambrose smiled ironically as he said, "Oh? You have quite a unique taste." Out of respect for Finn as a brother-in-law, Ambrose decided not to argue with him for now. However, he had no intention of letting Josie off the hook. He became interested and asked her, "May I ask how old you are?" Josie dismissed the issue of being called "aunt" and answered with a shy smile, "I'm 22 this year." She purposely stated a younger age. She was actually 25.

Not for long, anyway. When Frost emerges, he leaves the water running and points to Malix. I watch silently as Frost helps himself to a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt in the closet, then he refills his mug and joins me on the bed. He drapes his long body over the foot of the mattress and stares blankly at the wall, cradling his mug between both hands. We fall into the same silence, both of us stealing glances at Amora every few moments, as if she’s going to disappear.

What kind of wretched luck did this illegitimate daughter have? Leonard’s jaw tightened. Damien didn’t raise his voice or change his tone exactly but his words had caused a shift in the air. But he couldn't do anything, whether a snide remark or another defense because the person standing in front of him was Damien Frost. Not their equal, not someone to outtalk or dismiss. He was way way way above them and everyone in the room knew it. Damien was already the President of the Frost Corporation at a young age even though he was about 5 years older than them, none of them could dream or imagine becoming the president and heading their parents' companies in ten years.

“They were raiding close to the academy, we were the closest military outfit that could respond to the crisis fast enough.” “I served in the Theresian Campaign to cripple the Kolys forces in the Southern states mam.” Likaya turned to Froster, her eyes widened with bewilderment. “Lieutenant, how old are you?” She asked. “I’m 23 mam.” Aster calculate the years in her head, it wasn’t likely that he was as young as she thought he was. “I was 22 during the Theresian Campaign, I was a junior. How old you were you then?”

Amber was shopping and April was following her. Amber was looking for ingredients and some spices, she had a smile on her face as she was picking up everything. Amber looked at April and asked, “how old are you?” April gave her a smile and said, “I am twenty.” Amber gave her a smile before she nodded and said, “why you are pretty young.” April gave her a smile and said, “how old are you.” Amber spoke, “I am twenty-four.”

His eyes were coated in slight displeasure at the sight of Maia kneeling. “What? Of course not! He is only a child!” Bel swiftly denied her brother’s allegations. While she looked sweet and innocent, Bel was already an adult, for she was three years older than Kahn. As for Frost, he was just two years older than his sister. “Yes. A child born to the Absolute Queen, a woman you look up to blindly,” Frost frowned and said.

She asks, eyebrows pinched together in a look of offense. “My god, how old are you? Are you hard of hearing, too?” Lyra asks, a hand on her chest in faux sympathy before her eyes move past Liviana and to Amara, who laughs. “Mar, promise me you’ll kill me if I age this badly.” “Of course, Ly. I’d never let you suffer like that,” Amara promises with a small pout on her lips as she looks saddened at the thought. “But I’m sure by the time we’re as old as her, we’ll both be as beautiful as we are today, if not more. We’re gonna age like fine wine.”