Astolfo Age Novels & Stories

FAMILY DE LUCA ~~~~~~~ The atmosphere was sophisticated; there were powerful creatures sitting around the table: an old man around his 60s, followed by a man in his mid-thirties, overly good-looking, the ideal type for every lady,he hit the face. The body build and height were next, and the third was the least attractive but looked like the most poisonous being in the room. “I called you guys up because one of you will be get married to Allesia”

Astrid's POV For a starter, I thought Halo Oscuro would be an old man who had a lot of age over head head but looking around the table, the leaders seated there all seemed to be in their thirties and forties. The oldest would be Halo who would most probably be in his mid or late forties. “Oohh, so that's her.” One of the females seated in Halo's right said to me with an excited look. “I'm sure she looks pretty beneath that mask. Why don't you give her to me, Santoro? I'll pay you big–”

"I lost it. I have been searching for my mate since I turned 18, Aranya. And then I found you. I just can't let you go. I have to keep you, make you mine for life, make you my second half." Aranya was stunned by his confession. She was conflicted on what to do next. "And how old are you now?" She asked curiously. "My human age is 31, my real age is 99, I'll be turning 100 in two weeks." He replied. Aranya's eyes widened and she didn't even know when she let out a giggle. "I am 24, Alfredo. Isn't this child abuse?" She questioned jokingly. Alfredo dipped his thumb inside her mouth and then removed it and sucked it off.

Rafaelle continued with a smug grin. “Rafaelle, shut up. Are you trying to kill her? She just had a coughing fit.” She smacked him on the head. He gave a pout and rubbed the back of his head. “Don’t listen to him. He plays around too much. He’s twenty-eight and so is Lorenzo. Damiano is thirty – not thirty-eight.” She explained. “That’s a relief.” I let out a breath. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it if Damiano was a whole eighteen years older than me.

The Yatra family was already eating when I sat and grabbed the utensils. "Good morning, young one. I can see you had a change of appearance. Now you truly look like a person from the high society" Astolf´s gaze went from my face to the bandana on my arm, and her expression hardened. The same thing happened with Crista, whereas Carin seemed indifferent. "Well... Maybe not so much... But anyway, nothing that the chosen of Herion can´t handle, right?" "Honey" With a scolding look from her wife, Astolf had no choice but to smile awkwardly as he apologized.

Alessandro said. (Tesoro- Sweetheart) "Hi, Sorella. I'm Emiliano. I'm thirty-two years old." Emiliano said. (Sorella- Sister) "Hi, Amore. I'm Lorenzo. I'm twenty-eight years old." Enzo said. (Amore- Love) "I'm yaszy. I'm seventeen years old." I said looking at them. Alessio patted my back causing me to tense up and wince from the pain. Good thing no one noticed.

He has a ghost smile on his lips but didn't portray much on his face same went for the other boy who looked as if he was in his teens. That is Alesso. Theo furrowed his brows when he saw how rigid his posture was and almost looked as if something may happen if he did something wrong. Alesso was older than him by four years and was known for not talking much. His gaze was on Maria who was making small talk with Angelo.

“Are you catching feelings for him?” “No,” I say quickly. “How could I? I don’t even know him. I met him yesterday, but …” “But what?” she presses when I trail off. I go to the couch, sit down, and rest my head in my hands. “He’s not like how I imagined him at all. When Allessio came to me and made the offer, I assumed Dario would be some gross old guy.” “He’s our age?” “No, he’s thirty-seven, but he’s not gross. Thirty-seven isn’t old. I don’t know. It’s weird. He doesn’t seem as big and bad and mean as I expected.”

Mika asked. “You’ll see. But either way, the blame will not be on me. The Yakuza have already had their leader replaced. Alfonso has no allies, and I knew he had aged twenty years in the past few weeks. The bastard better not have a heart attack before I get to him.”

He wore a brown flat cap that matched his suspenders. Alfonso was a short, old man. His body was slightly chubby. Although his face was gloomy, he didn’t look so scary. Someone who didn’t know his background would think he was a pleasant old man. “Mr. Verga,” Alex smiled and greeted. Alfonso grunted and then looked into Dante’s car. “Can we talk now?” the old man asked coldly. Without further ado, Alex opened the car door. “Go ahead.” Alfonso got into Dante’s luxury car. He was immediately served a glass of champagne. The owner of the car was friendly enough, but Alfonso didn’t care for the hospitality. “I’m afraid you put poison in the glass,” he said.