Anya Forger Age Novels & Stories

"You are eighteen now." Persephone gasped, "I cannot believe Father that you know my actual date. I must admit, I am stupefied, honoured, mesmerized, surprised -." "Enough." He cut in, "I understand the sarcasm." She was quiet, but still smiling. "It is customary that girls at the age of fourteen, the girls of every Familia are betrothed." He waited for her to contradict him but she was listening, "And, you are eighteen-"

She smiles at Marcus as she continues to click through. "Letting you know I am not running off to America, I agreed with Jackson I will give it a year. We also need to talk about Luna and her birthday." Anaya nods smiling. "Well, she is twenty-one, so something good. Especially as she wasn't even in the country for her 18th." Marcus nods, he knows. Getting up he walks out

One of the elders said. Athena's expression remained steely. "I have an idea that she is too young to be executed." "It is against the Antarti rule. Even the Lycan Confederate had approved of it that whoever is below the age of eighteen should be locked up and forced into service instead of being killed. She should be enrolled into the arly for character development." Athena scoffed. "What makes you think that is effective?" "We have done it over the years."

I sighed deeply, I don't want to lie anymore to people that trusted me and we're sincere to me, I have already made enough mistake and I'll be a fool to make more “Hi, are you okay?” “Sure” I smiled “So I'm going to start with my name, my name is Freggo, I'm a NewYorkian, I'm 33 years old and I'm here because I'm a bad guy” I muttered and looked at her but she was just staring back and listening attentively.

There were two heavyweight men with thick, muscled arms in vests that read, "Security." They frowned at us as we approached them, panting. "Identification!" One of them growled. Kara and I exchanged a knowing look before we dug into our handbags and whipped out our forged ID cards which carried false age. 22 years old. That was my age for the night, as I was so sure that the club wouldn't let a 17 year old like me to get in. I was technically an adult already, because I would be turning 18 in less than 24 hours.

I am 18, not 16. ----------------------

Hell even when I had first seen her with the cart, I had looked at her and thought she was a teenager. But she works at my club. That means she has to be over 21. She would only have been hired with verified identification. Legal clearance. My mind is racing. What exactly was special about this birthday? For girls the special birthdays were 13,16,18 and 21. She would have bypassed all of these. Her ID said her birthday is in August. Not January. Not next week. My mind begins to turn. Slowly. Methodically. Pieces that didn’t matter before begin to resurface.

Frida looked over at Clarkson, who nodded quickly, burying his face into his palms. “Ayan Turker raped an 18-year-old junior left in his care on the night of his 18th birthday.”

Niffa asked. “I’m 23,” Therens replied. “What?” she uttered as she remembered Rico once again, knowing that she thought of him as 23 years old. “Your highness? I mean Niffa? You okay?” Therens asked staring at Niffa’s sudden sad eyes. “I’m fine. I just remembered something,” she uttered with she a small smile on her face. “How about you? What’s your age?” Nanami asked her. “20” “Both of you are too young,” Cannai said as he look at her lover who was enjoying watching the children.

"You think she’s dating? I mean, she doesn’t look much older than us, anyway." His friend whispered back, leaning in close. "I heard she’s only twenty. Damn, I’m eighteen, getting taught by a twenty-year-old? Talk about luck." Miss Forger shot a sharp, furious glance toward the two boys, her intuition telling her exactly why they were whispering. She was all too used to the students, boys and girls alike, watching her every move, fascinated by a teacher who looked like she could easily be one of them. As Miss Forger exited, the room dissolved into a ruckus. Some students scanned the room for potential romantic interests; others groaned because their significant others had been placed in Clas