Astolfo Age Novels & Stories

That woman was confusing. “Matteo Alfonzo.” The man introduced himself and pulled back. “I told you so dad, I’m not crazy.” Emilio stood next to his dad and inspected me while I gave him a questioning look. “Uh, I told him about you being an absolute beauty.” He explained himself as I shyly nodded my head. “How old are you?” “Twenty-one?” I spoke confused as to why he would be asking me about my age. Matteo’s widened his eyes and placed his warm hand on my cheek. “You came to us like a blessing.” He said, and I couldn’t help but notice the painful look behind his eyes.

She brings the meat onto her lips and tapped her feet lightly on the floor as a reaction to how delicious it was. "Is it good?" Chaol asked. Asty nodded repeatedly. "Mhmm!" "That's good. Eat well, but not too much." "I don't really get fat." Asty told him. "I eat a lot but my body does not show how healthy I am." "Perhaps you are not eating the right basis of meal suitable for your age. How old are you again?" "Nineteen." A smile formed on Chaol's lips. He hid that smile and behind the back of his palm. 'So I was right.' he thought.

I was a fool. When I finished, one of the Dons spoke up. Don Lorenzo Falcone. He was young for a Don, in his late thirties, handsome, charismatic, and with the cold, ambitious eyes of a patient predator. His family was one of the oldest and most powerful in Chicago, second only to my own now.

I ask with a giggle, knowing he is probably centuries older than me. Alfred cocks an eyebrow at me. "Is my age an issue?" “No, I am just curious," I say. Alfred pauses and stands up tall. He straightens his collar and places a brill ant smile on his ups. "How old do I look?" I look him up and down deliberately. He appears to be in his early twenties, but I know better than to think he is my age. "I cannot lie," I remind him. "No fake flattery?" Alfred smirks.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips before it got wiped off, "I could've found a better one for you." My frown deepened, "And why would you find a partner for me?" He laughed, "Don't flatter yourself, little girl, your grandfather asked me to find a match for you." It might be true, grandpa was really close to Capo and his inner circle. I raised an eyebrow, "Little girl? I'm twenty-one!" "And Aldo is forty-seven," he said, eyeing me up and down, his intense gaze burned into my skin and I involuntarily took a step away from him, "You are still a child compared to him, a tall child."

But Xavier, understanding such emotions, recognized the deeper feelings buried within that gaze—Alfonso was infatuated with her. Xavier frowned, wrestling with the unsettling realization. His mother was twenty-one years older than Alfonso, but with the way she carried herself and her ageless beauty, she could easily deceive anyone into believing she was younger. Even Catalina, her little sister by three years, looked a few years older than her.

I answer. “Hmmm…3 of your friends have older brothers that I know of and two I think are a bit old for you. You wouldn’t want to clue me in, would you?” She asks and I realize she is only a few years older than Aldo, she may know him. “I might, but he’s really not all that much older than me. It’s only 6 years and I am 18.” I shrug.

I asked Wolfe and another part of me couldn't wait to find out because Wolfe never ceased to surprise and amaze me. "This is the truth of what happened hundreds of years ago, well what I have of it so far," he said and stood next to me. "I may appear to you like I'm in my early thirties, but I'm not. I am far older than that, it takes the average alpha about fifty years to start looking like he's in his thirties and I'm also not just the average alpha." "I'm not following..."

She is torn between her quest for revenge and her growing feelings for her husband. 2. ASHTON LANGFORD: He is 28 years old. He’s 6’3” tall with black hair and light brown eyes. He has a toned and muscular build. He is known by the public as a ruthless control freak who doesn’t believe in love and thinks emotions are liabilities.

If not for their different identities and also everyone also knew that the Alpha King didn’t have a sibling. “Since we were all below 10. Reagan is the eldest, he is 450 years old this year. I’m 445 and Amoux is 447,” Dolphus explained with a silly smile plastered on his face. With how cheerful and easygoing he was, werewolves that didn’t know his identity would assume that he was a teenager like Carla and me but they wouldn’t know that he was already over 440 years. “That’s long, so none of you guys had sibling? Correct?” I asked Dolphus another question but the smile instantly left his face.