Astolfo Age Novels & Stories

Santiago asked incredulously, starting to relax a little. "Yes, she's adorable. We have three kids now." He confesses to him while smiling, which tells Santiago that he is happy. "Three?" He is amazed that he knew nothing of his old best friend's life. "Yep. They're grown up already. Henry, the oldest, is almost your daughter's age, twenty-one. He's studying medicine, nearly finished. Then there's Matías, he's approaching twenty. As you can see, we had them one after the other!" Alfonso chuckled.

"How far apart your age from Stefano's?" Clavier sat up properly on the couch. "Nobody but him knows his actual age. Sometimes, he would say he's somewhere in his twenty thousand. Other times, he might say he's way older than that. People who know his existence as an immortal would think he became forgetful because of his long age. I think it's simply because he remembers everything and chooses to keep them to himself. So, I can't really tell how far apart our age is, but I'm in my eleventh thousand years. Just like him, I chose to deceive others about my actual age." "Daemons have abnormally long age, isn't it?"

S already defeated Trinity's army, and now they were guarding the castle. "Knowledge is a weapon that nobody can counter," Stefano said, glancing briefly at Trinity. "You learned everything you wanted in dark magic, and yet it wasn't enough to scratch me. I'm twenty-five thousand years old, Trinity. You're just five thousand years old. What you already know is what I knew a long time before you did. My realm is fifty thousand years older than yours. Your realm is the same as Mira's. You're just a baby compared to me."

His advice to them makes Jostein speechless, realizing some things he did from the past. “My new butler is on the same age as the both of you.” He added. The two just look at each other. “Still young,” Jostein replied to him. He hummed, then looks at the eyes of Caleb. “The both of you are twenty-five years old right?” he asked, confirming it once again. The two nodded, responding to him. Mr. Alfredo shrugs his shoulders, walking up to his new car. “Your car is new again?” he asked, pointing to his shiny car that is a park near the building.

“Alessandro isn’t coming! He’s with that surrogate who has his child! He doesn't look at me anymore because of her!” Vivienne wailed in the elderly man’s arms. Alejandro the Vicchio Don. He was a man in his eighties. His age did nothing on him as he still maintained his good looks which showed how handsome he must have been in his youthful days. He looked energetic and still full of life. The De Luca men all had good-looking features and it was a gene trait passed down for years.

I asked. Giorgio looked stressed, but shrugged, "I'll try. I don't normally talk much while I'm on duty." I smiled at him, and asked, "How old are you, Giorgio?" He walked a step behind me, and at first, I didn't think he'd answer. I looked back at him, and he gave me an awkward smile. "I'm forty-seven," he replied. "Oh, wow. I would've guessed you were at least ten years younger," I said, "How long have you worked for the Rossi family?"

"Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you are hired Mr. Alfonso." Zen Alfonso, a broke 26-year old beta who worked harder than anyone could have imagined— even going as far as taking several side jobs just to pay his father's debt, screamed in excitement upon reading the email for the zenth time.

Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ The engagement dinner felt small for something that was supposed to change the course of my life. Only family, a few trusted men. The chandeliers burned low, catching the gold on Fosco Bellucci’s cufflinks as he raised his glass to my brother. He looked older than the photos Salvatore had shown me. Mid-thirties, maybe older, tall, dark hair swept neatly back, that confidence men like him were born with.

“And why are you asking of all people? You’re not old enough to drink.” Antonio blushed as my two other friends turned to look at him, realizing he wasn’t twenty-one yet. Aldo and Pedro were sitting opposite us and Madeline and Elena squeezed themselves in between them. Antonio and Bridget were beside me and Bridget leaned in to whisper. “You look and smell like sex.”

“As you see, I am now an old fart, my memory isn’t as reliable as young people like you guys possess any longer.” The Goerge turned to ask Almira. “Dear, do you remember anyone with a name Alfonso?” “First or last name?” Almira asked, looking at Gab. “I think it's his last name, but I am not really sure. I just heard he is a young man just like my age but he is already a successful businessman,” Gab answered sheepishly. “I was hoping I could meet him if he is indeed a man in the flesh and not some hearsay only.”