Ariel And Eric Age Gap Novels & Stories

I spoke, as I took a sip of my drink. "This is Ari." He replied. "Is something wrong? Who is this in reference to?" "Eric Florian White." I was met with silence. "I want nothing to do with him. He's a monster." I remember those words when I told people I was dating what I was. "Ari, you need to understand something about Eric, if you don't accept him by the end of the year, he will die and you won't be able to mate with anyone. You'll be mateless." I said, as the waitress came back with my order, in a bag.

I tried to control myself, but I couldn’t—not when I knew she had fallen in love with him. I left home for a while. You were too young to remember, but I was gone for some time. That was when I met Aria. She came into my life unexpectedly, slipping into my mind and, in some ways, my heart. The problem? She was ten years younger than me. And not just that—she was the daughter of an old friend. Aria and I had an affair behind her father’s back. She was barely seventeen—beautiful in every way. But as the saying goes, what starts wrong, ends wrong. I never told her I was married, and she never told me that her father was a complete son of a bitch.

Instead, standing beside her with an arm lazily draped around her shoulder… was a man. She clicked the name. Then another photo. And another. The trail wasn’t wide, but it was enough. In the same Vegas. Ariel had lived in Vegas before ever meeting Johnny? Elena now intrigued, moved in deeper, she traced. Later enough, after her rigid search, she found out about Ariel's affair with the man; they were once fiances. They’d been in a solid relationship for the past years. She saw many showing them dining out, curled up together like normal people with normal lives.

"Are two in relationship or fuck buddies?" Martha gasped, she looked scandalized with what I asked while Eric looked away. His red ears didn't go unnoticed by me. Oh heck. Don't tell me I guessed right?! Well, there's really nothing wrong with it. Martha's still 43 and Eric's 37. He's younger, but it doesn't matter anyways. Martha's still looking like a hot momma. I couldn't deny that. "N—no, Miss!" She fired immediately while my father just laughed beside me. I sighed and shook my head. We were getting out of the topic, I see. Maybe it was kinda a bad decision to let Martha and Eric be here with us.

That was a little lame, but he'd gotten to the point, and he felt satisfied. "Angel, she's almost seventeen." Angel stopped in his tracks and actually looked at his phone. "Are you shitting me?" "I hear what you're saying," Eric added quickly. "And yeah, you got it, man. But c'mon, how long do you think you can keep her from dating anyone?"

They storm out the front door arguing, voices rising. This, right here, is exactly why I do not want to be involved. My mother clears her throat. “Aria… I don’t think you should entertain that situation at all. No offense, Jade.” Jade looks confused. “What situation? What are you talking about?” Paige sighs dramatically. “Jalen is into Aria. Aria is into Jalen. They’ve been like that since college. But life happened. He married Talia. Aria stayed single.”

Eric couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled Evelyn into his arms and kissed her deeply. They'd just tied the knot today and hadn't even gone through the full wedding ceremony yet, which made him all the more eager. Down below, the crowd erupted into applause. Young, brilliant Eric had expanded Aurelia Group by 1.3 times in just two years. Who would dare say the Ziegler family's youngest daughter was marrying beneath her? All the Zieglers were utterly delighted.

she said before she picked up some toys from the floor. Adrian smirked and looked at Jared, “She’s not wrong” he said before he drank some of his water. Jared looked at him and snickered, “You’re one to talk, when your old enough to be her dad” he said about Aria, making both of the girls laugh. Aria felt a dull pleasurable ache between both of her legs, as she looked over at Adrian, thinking despite their huge age difference they both got on well, had amazing sex, and loved each other deeply, and that was all that mattered.

ariel:- she is the same age as me, she might be a perfect woman, it scares me though of responsibility and creating a family, I don't want to destroy the life of her, I am happy that you think that I deserve happiness, but I am a coward who just running away in name of freedom, now I feel like I can't sit ideal while friends and people who put faith on me, so please tell me what you know about the dungeon. old man:- I want to tell you that my daughter is already married and she is 32 years old. ariel:- you old man I am depressed here and you making fun of me but thanks for lifting my mood, you are a kind old man, I wonder what kind of person are you when you were young, how you get married.

“They didn’t have parents who got married and told them to love each other as siblings. They didn’t call each other brother and sister. They didn’t live in the same house under the same roof as family members. We did. You are my brother, Daniel. Not my childhood friend. Not my neighbor. My brother. Period. End of discussion.” “Step-brother,” he corrected her, his voice soft but insistent. “And only for a few years. It’s not like we grew up together from the time we were in diapers. We were practically grown when our parents got married. You were fifteen. I was seventeen. We met as teenagers, almost as adults. We didn’t share baths as kids. We didn’t grow up calling each other brother and sis