Ball Brothers Age Novels & Stories

Smirking at me. Alexios Rossi, my eldest brother, he is two minutes older than me but never lets me live it down. My twin brother loves busting my balls. He acts as though he is at least ten years older than me. the fact that my brother got married to his childhood sweetheart right after high school, and have three kids already does not help, it makes him feel older than he really is.

I said. Leopold stroked my hand that was on his chest and squeezed it lightly. “I didn't know he was your uncle.” “Uncle Frederick is my father's youngest brother. My father came from a large family. If I'm not mistaken, there are ten siblings. Father is the eldest and Uncle Frederick is the youngest, hence the age gap. It looks like Uncle Frederick's age is not that far from yours,” I explained. This year, Uncle Frederick is 43 years old, while Leopold is 37.

I wonder if Ava is right, she said people assume they are brothers, but maybe they aren’t? “Are your eyes enjoying their meal?” I look up shocked, shit I spaced out. I laugh slightly. “Was just thinking, that’s all.” I smile at Ashton as his words were clearly meant to tease me. “Thinking? Of what? How hot I am?” Ashton teases and leans forward. “You wish baby face, Grayson maybe.” I wink and laugh. “Joking, I’m trying to figure out how old you all are.” “Well, I’m twenty-five, Emmett is twenty-eight and Grayson is sixty, or so he acts it.” Ashton laughs and Emmett joins in, but Grayson doesn’t look amused.

"So the moment your grounding is over you decide to pay your brother a visit by giving his girlfriend a heart attack?" "You bet," "Man, you two really are something," He chuckled and worked around the kitchen. "Angelica would have to get used to you 2 making surprise appearances if she wants to live," The three laughed at his words as they knew he was saying the truth given that they didn't plan on stopping this anytime soon. With the twins being 17 and Arsenio 27, people had always thought the age difference would cause a rift between them, but that wasn't the case. They were just as tight with Arsenio and Marco as the twins were with each other.

"Hi, I'm Turner, this fool is Charles, we are brothers as you may have noticed." "Chelsea," Chelsea smiled. "Are you both chefs?" "I am," Turner said proudly. He smacked his brother's back. "He just loves tagging along." "Are you in college?" I asked Charles, he looked way younger. "Not yet, but I hope to save enough money before I turn nineteen next year," "What about you, Grandpa?" I teased. "I'm twenty-eight, don't call me grandpa," he said seriously. "And yet you look as old as a fifty-year-old man. Are you sure you remember your birth date?" Chelsea said jokingly. She didn't catch the first hint.

Winston shrugs. "So what are the age differences between you and your siblings?" I sip my wine. "My oldest brother Tyler is 47, then came Alex who's 44, then May she's 38, then Ryland who's 35, then Kara who's 34, then Jason who's 33 then there was Charlie and I and we're 31," Winston says. "Wait you're a twin?" I ask surprised. "Yeah" Winston laughs. "Oh wow, are you identical twins?" I ask.

“Let’s just say we stopped seeing eye to eye on a lot of things as he got older” “Well, how old is he now?” I asked, realising apart from the Slayer story, I knew nothing about this brother of his. “He’s twenty three, his wife is the same age, they’ve been in love since they were sixteen”. He added, with a slight look of worry in his eyes, as one of his patrol guards came into the room and announced that they had arrived. We all stood to greet Marco’s guests and I almost frowned at how similar they looked, only his brother was clean shaven unlike Marco, and a few inches shorter.

I could see the striking resemblance between them now as they walked side by side. Mateo was an exact carbon copy of his father, he was just five inches taller, he was taller than everyone. After a few minutes. “Brielle, I need to talk to you, privately” Something was not right.

“Indeed. Do you want to go for a ride later?” “Your brother won’t like it.” “Do you care?” He raised a brow. “I don’t want you to get into a fight.” “Trust me, fighting is in our nature. Even without others getting involved, we have already beaten each other bloody.” She frowned. “Why?” He shrugged. “That is how brothers are.” “Really?” He chuckled. “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Two hundred and twenty-four.” “Oh. I feel old.” She joked. He laughed.

This time the four brothers had promised to hold back their power and not ruin the activation. I wasn't holding my breath. "They'll behave," my father said, reading my expression. "I made it very clear what happens if they don't." "What happens?" "They get banned from the coronation." "You can't ban them from my coronation." "I absolutely can. And I will if they can't control themselves for ten minutes." The four brothers came out of the trees right on cue. All of them looking tired since I'd dragged them out here at six in the morning.