August Alsina Age Novels & Stories

I looked at his guitar and couldn’t help but smile at his politeness. “Do you play this guitar?” I asked, and he looked down at his instrument before nodding. The man couldn’t be older than eighteen or nineteen at most. His eyes met Alvize’s as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Why aren’t you at school?”

Raisa is invited to sit beside Atha. "So I'll just go straight to the point, okay, so you won't be late for class," said Mrs. Alisa, smiling a smile that could still make the eyes of men out there mesmerized because of her youthful face even though she was already thirty. Unfortunately, Mrs. Alisa doesn't have a partner, maybe because she's still single.

“Are you a girl? You keep asking so many questions. You said you knew about me, but that’s all talk.” “Alise Ambrosio, twenty years old, born on the 7th of February. A hundred seventy centimeters, sixty-three kilograms. Likes drawing sceneries. Dislikes garlic. Usually, binges series during the weekends. Bra size—“ “You don’t have to say that much!” Alise cuts him off before he says anything weird. “How do you know about that? Sir, I feel sexually harassed.” “If you don’t head back to your room and sleep, I’m going to mention your panty size or even your breast size,” teased Joshua, who lied knowing about her sizes. Of course, he doesn’t know.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

"Thank you so much and I also hope that I get to see him soon." She folded the paper and tucked it into her jean pocket. She didn't want to lose the paper. She went back to her dorm room and she took out her planner and checked the first thing on her list. She changed into her comfy clothes and she opened the paper. She saw his face and she was giddy. The paper read, Aron Lanista, twenty-six years old. Alissa thought about it, she was six years older than her, but technically five when her birthday came, she would be twenty-one. Unless his birthday had not yet come to.

, Victor broke the silence. The next well-built man with a red signet on his finger cleared his throat. "I’m Augustin, 22 years old. My great-great-grandfather made a career as a bookkeeper under the rule of the King of Sardin, Emanuel IV…" And then the other one. "I’m Samuel, 19 years old…" "I’m Thiage, 25 years old…" "I’m Philip, 23 years old…" "I’m Dave, 24 years old…" "I’m Bruno, 18 years old…"

he said leaning against the cubicle door and folding his arms. There were a few minutes of silence while Alessio waited for the return of Xanthus and I planned my next escape plan. "Do you have pups, Alessio?" I asked. "Three," he replied his face softening. "How old?" "My daughter is five, she just started school. Then I have a son who is two and another son that was born just two weeks ago," he replied. "What are you doing here then?!" I asked. "You should be at home with your mate!"

I walk towards him and smile at the crowd. I hand him over to Alcander and I receive a little peck on my check. "This is our pup. Valdus. Alpha Valdus." His voice is strong and proud. Everyone looks at Valdus and they all stare at him with aw and I can't help but look at both of my boys the same. "At age eighteen he would receive the title of this pack. He would carry on our legacy and continued to be the most powerful Alpha out

"Yes...." "See man, I know you are worried about her being interested in someone of her age in future but this is totally futile to think. Sabrina is 18 and I am 29 and we are happily married. She likes me despite the age difference and I also care for her. A fact I will tell you, I have lost interest in all the women after marrying her as if something has possessed me. i can't look away from her ever." Alessandro said honestly. "You love her?" Draco question caught him off guard.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.