C Blu Age Novels & Stories

She was busy looking at the room that was so foreign to her. Celine asked a maid on guard not far from where she sat to pour some tea. "How old are you?" asked Celine coldly. "M-me? I'm 20 years old," Blair answered nervously. "Aren't you too young for 20 years old?" Celine narrowed her eyes. Blair was getting nervous. She had absolutely no idea she would face Axel's mother. She also needed to find out why she was brought there. "What do your parents do?" asked Celine one more time.

She said her eyes seeming far away as she continued; “I was a young witch, not much older than you are now, and I had a choice, die or join Berus.” I gasped inwardly, I knew that after you reach the age of twenty-one you could live for hundreds of years as an immortal and you don’t age so long as you don’t abuse your power as Berus had clearly done. But I had never imagined that Blanche could be so old, nor had I imagined she could have been here for so long. Could that be me if I played my cards right? Could I live that long also?

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"So, how old are you two?" I asked, placing my clothes in the cupboard. I had a freaking closet back home... "Nineteen" they replied at the same time. "What about you?" Blake asked. Curious now, are we? "Twenty." I replied making both of them smile. They don't get tired of smiling do they? "Enzo is twenty two, Arabella is twenty four." Antonio said to which I nodded even though I didn't ask but it's good to know.

“I mean, you’re likely not much older than me. I just meant, oh I don’t know, that people generally move uptown with each successive move…” “I’m just kidding, Blair,” I nudge her arm playfully as we’re walking side by side. “But I’m 33, which must be at least 10 years older than you, no?” “Wow, I’m flattered,” she turns and touches my arm lightly but with sincerity, “I turn 27 in a few months, but it’s nice to know I still look like I’m in my early 20’s.” She beams and lets out a hearty laugh. I suddenly realize how refreshing it is to be around someone who laughs all the time. Blair seems like the type of girl who has a personality everyone around her gravitates towards. And her striking na

Liam paused, surprised, and replied, "But you should at least inform Gabriel and the others, especially considering the Central Military Region..." Before Liam could finish his sentence, Bluebird spoke again. "I'm not going back to the Central Military Region either." She shook her head, her face serious. "Not returning to the Central Military Region?" Liam asked in shock, "Then where are you planning to go?" Hearing this, Bluebird smiled faintly and lowered her head. She had enlisted at the age of fourteen, spending most of her life in the military. The last Special Forces competition had burdened her with many regrets.

Ulysses was being polite, but it was clear he didn't like Blade any more than she did. "My birthday is early in July," Alpha Clark Ward, a tall, wiry fellow with tints of red in his blond hair said, as if that comment was relevant. She had gotten the impression he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. "I'll be twenty-five. You're, like, old," he added, looking at Ulysses. "I wouldn't say old," Ulysses said with a shrug. "Ha ha! I would," Clark said, holding up his fist for Blade to bump it. Blade raised his eyebrows but then fist bumped Clark, who "blew it up" and then laughed again.

I tell her. She laughs and I shake my head. "I'm not that young, you know," she says, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail just like mine. "Clearly, I can see that. You look like Jennifer Lopez. That woman never ages. It's like she gets younger as the years go by. Unbelievable!" I say, grabbing two white towels from a drawer. "I'm not like her but, I agree, I don't look like my age, so does Blake's mom. I'm actually forty, she's forty two," Carla says and I gasp loudly.

“At my age, player behavior in a bar is considered a rite of passage.” He waggled his eyebrows. “How old are you?” “Twenty-six. How old are you?” He shook his finger at her. “And don’t pull that ‘never ask a woman her age’ crap.” “I’m thirty…something.” “And yet, you don’t look a day over twenty.” “Did you attend the same cowboy charm school as your cousin Colt? Or is it inbred?” “Cowboy charm is part of our DNA, darlin’. None of us can help it.” Blake’s smile faded. “Speaking of Colt…can I ask you something?”

"Happy birthday, Sapphira!" "Oh, thank you, El. You shouldn't have!" Sapphira blushed as her closest friend bounced over with a silver-wrapped parcel and the most obnoxious hot pink balloons. "Don't be silly. You're only 18 once, Sapph!" She winked, flicking her brown curls over her shoulder.