Christian Isaiah Age Novels & Stories

He looked at her without saying a thing. Luna shrugged her shoulders. “Furthermore, let’s not mention the fact that Christian and I do not have that sort of relationship. Even if we had that sort of relationship, what does it have to do with you? We’re both single and unmarried…” “Luna!” Joshua coldly interrupted her. He immediately reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Christian is only nineteen. Can you have some self-respect and self-love? Your children are already six years old! Doing such things with a nineteen-year-old boy, won’t you be embarrassed?”

"I can't wait for the upcoming days, especially when Chrissie will grow up and have to deal with an overprotective father and a mother to save her from having overprotective treatment" "God!" Christian sighs dramatically. "Let me enjoy her childhood. Why do you guys always have to bring up this topic? She's not growing up anytime soon" "Come on. Don't run away from it, Christian. You won't even realise when she'll grow up and get a boyfriend", Emily chuckles. Definitely pulling his leg as she always does. It freaks Christian out. "That's not happening anytime soon. She's not getting any boyfriend until she's 30", he grunts.

I have known Christian for 4 years now, we met at a tech gala I was attending in place of my father, Sebastian Brooks, married to Natalia Brooks my mother, My Dads company, “EMZA” deals with the production of drugs and medical gadgets. My father has his own fair of wealth but nothing compared to the Montero’s. I and Christian hit it off immediately, we talked about the company, and how I just finished university with a bachelor’s degree in economics and majored in business, while he graduated a few years before me and he was 25 years of age when we first met, Christian is absolutely divine, he is 6 Ft. tall, brown hair always neatly arranged, I don’t think I have ever seen Christian have a b

He’s been doing this for such a long time that it’s all he knows, despite having a billion-dollar company. I ask more questions, confirming his age which is kind of like a big deal on the internet. Some people claim he’s younger than he is, while others claim he’s older. “Thirty-two,” he confirms. So the rumors were wrong. “Your favorite color?” “Red.” Of course it is. The rest of the questions fly until I lose count, but there was still more I wanted to know. “What happened to your parents?” I ask, and Christian hums in a way that tells me it might be a touchy subject.

“You should have just married him. All you had to do was marry him, and yet you couldn't.” I rolled my eyes. “Is that your final answer, father?” “You will never see your sister again. You are dead to me, Lyla.” The call clicked. I stared at the phone, and then dropped it on the table. “We can start now.” "So first thing,” Isaiah snapped, “I have made a list of all of Christain’s accomplices and friends. He has a few legit business partners, and I have that list too,” he said, passing the papers across the room. I could feel the eyes of my men on me, bit I

However, my ears are yearning for the claps and whistles of my concert. Dump all the other thoughts into the bin, I cut the call and walk towards my room as Robert follows me. I point him to stop outside my room and make my way to the closet. The latest version of red blazer and a pair of red boots can make a perfect appearance. After a long time, I step out of my formal clothing. At the age of 32, I used to look like 40. Well, is that why Iva runs away from me? Just because I look mature than her bloody boyfriend? I know she is still a kid and so as Christian. How can a kid even handle another one? I believe he can never make her feel the way I can. Once I prove to her that, she will never

Time flew by with days painted with different colors. Some days were grim but brighter on other occasions, and today might be just one of those days. And today was a special day. It was Isaiah's birthday. People gathered around the garden of the Kenton family villa. The guests' faces gleamed with smiles as they sang along to the melodious happy birthday song. A towering ten-layered birthday cake sat on a cart, slowly getting pushed by Jake toward the celebrant. Series of applause clasp to the song's melody as they greet Isaiah and his family auspiciously.

His hair was night black and messy, his voice deep and manly, almost threatening. "You know the school situation was never really my thing," Christian responded, "I heard there was a party though, so I'm here." Jason shook his head. Christian was one of the coolest guys he had ever met. He was also really smart, but seemed to dumb himself down. It was sad, because he had so much potential. He should have graduated last year, but here he was, repeating his senior year. He was 19 years old, and it still looked as if he wouldn't be graduating this year either. "Yeah, give it a minute, and this place will be overflowing with people," said Justin, as he walked up to the men, leaving Brandon to tr

Her next question surprised Isaac as he snapped his head towards her. "It's surprising. It's been so long someone ever cared to ask, I don't even think I remember my age. Maybe 25?" Isaac said, looking back at the moon lost in thought. "You are guessing?" Serena chuckled. "Yeah. So what are you? How old are you?" Isaac asked. "I'm 22. Will be clocking 23 soon. Have you met your mate?" Isaac's eyes darkened before they turned to their original color. "I..I don't think it's something I wanna talk about." He responded.

Theodore replied with a mischievous smile. "In that case, why don't you consider me your elder Sis? What do you think?" Isabella's warm smile momentarily stunned Theodore. "Elder Sis?" He scrutinized her skeptically. "You're so skinny and short—clearly younger than me." "How old are you, then?" Isabella teased. "I'm 23 this year," he said with a straight face. Isabella chuckled at his obvious lie. "So, will you come home with me or not?"