Astolfo Age Novels & Stories

There was Alessandro, his eldest still twelve years old; Leandro, age 11; Sebastiano, age 10; Sefora, age 4; then the little baby named Oliviero. “Where is Nerea?” I asked Fazzio, looking surprised that I know one of his children’s names. The other Dons get their names jumbled up, and most of them doesn’t even have their names memorized. I know the names of his children and who’s oldest and youngest. I had memorized them including their age. After all, it is my mission to become the mafia’s downfall. The world needs reformation and the reformation starts by getting rid of them.

“Oh wow, and he’s still kicking?” William snorted, “Kicking? The old man looks like a military general in his early 60s and all he ever does is hibernate. Like what the hell, how fair is that?” “Okay, now I know you’re tripping,” Alastor snickered, “Humans age quick, you know, even if they’re half-gods.” Alastor paused, staring at William’s twitching eyebrow. “Not like I’m saying you look old…” he added.

She hesitantly gave him one back but all it came out as a grimace. “Enrico, 26. Don't even come near me.” He snarled at her too which she ignored. “Fourth oldest. Fulvio, 23.” He blankly stated, gazing back at the book he was reading. The next one was looking at her with immense hatred which brought a jolt of pang in her heart. “Sav.” Agostino warned him with a straight face. Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why do I have to introduce myself to this bitch?” He hissed. “Just do it.” Alfonso calmly spoke, not wanting another drama to unfold.

I clenched my jaw, thinking it must be one of Azariel’s plan. “Trust me, I know every place in this land because I was born before the two of you.” “How old are you again?” Adolf asked. “Me? Well, I’m eighty nine years old.” he said proudly, lifting his face up. Adolf cursed, “You’re too old, you sure you can still fight?” I slap his chest using the back of my hand, furrowing my brows. “Don’t be like that. You have saw him fought with his brother.”

5'8 Alessandro:25 years old.The oldest.Cold ,ruthless and next italian mafia heir.Only values family and does not show emotions to anyone but his little sister.Overprotective of his brothers but mostly Alessa and only has a soft side for Alessa 6'5 Marco:23 years old.Second oldest.Kind,Loving to his family but in the mafia his ruthless and cold.Overproctive of Alessa.He is the mother hen of the family.His 6'3

I threw my hands to my mouth. I let him continue speaking but to be honest, I wasn't really with him. I was lost. Alejandro was forty-seven? I literally thought he would be in his late thirties. But then again, if I was to think about this wisely, Carlos should be in his mid twenties, so it was only right if Alejandro was around forty. But still! That didn’t excuse the fact that he didn’t look his age. “Signora?” Miguel called, pulling me out of my thoughts.

she looked at Alford’s side profile with a slight smile adorning her lips in an attempt to break the heavy atmosphere. “Oh?” he gave a quick glance in her direction arching his eyebrow before returning his attention back to the road. He knew he was breaking every driving law known, but there were no other vehicles on the deserted road to the chambers. He did not have concern of being pulled over by law enforcement, however, if that did happen, he had a gas cocktail that would erase their memory and temporarily disarm them. “How old are you in galactic years?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her persistence in wanting to know his true age. “Let’s just say, if I were an earthling, I would have

I said in my best mockery voice. Fenrik’s piercing eyes flicked straight to me, sharp and glittering like he was enjoying the challenge. “Oh, I know a lot of things, Agatha,” he shot back smoothly. “If I didn’t, then why are you here?” That shut me up for a second, and his smirk only grew. “And for your information,” he added proudly, standing even taller, “I’m twenty-three years old.” “Wow,” Linda gasped, blinking at him. “You’re too old for your age! Shouldn’t you still be in pack college or something?”

Alpha," they chorused before leaving the both of us alone. Alister then sauntered toward me in slow stride, his lips curved into a mischievous smirk. "If you are so curious about me, you should ask me instead, why ask others?" He brought his lips close to my ears and whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I quickly took a step backward to give us some space, before glancing up to meet his calm yet flirty and mischievous gaze. "I'm not curious," I lied, gasping when I recalled him saying he was a hundred and five years old.

Did he know she was bare underneath? His mouth was practically back on hers before another thought could steal their moment. They resumed their lip lock, licking each other. She moaned to the gods, her god at the moment, who was Alfos, praising his skills. Oh, it was a lot sweeter than Lucinda had always imagined. She guessed nothing could feel as amazing as having the powerful arms of a male as big as Alfos draped around her frame. A forty-year-old and a nineteen-year-old? That was unacceptable in Abbator.