Chrollo Age Novels & Stories

She didn’t know how she was going to stand it when she turned twenty—fully of age even by her father’s archaic standards—and still looked all of fifteen. Maybe full immortality would fix it. Chrys once told her that he’d been turned at the ripe age of thirty, and he looked to be in his mid twenties. Only, Chalcea’s father didn’t want to hear of it—for one, eighteen was a bit young, and for another, Canus was still holding out on them all.

No one seems capable of uttering a single word, let alone forming a coherent thought. Winter's unimpressed expression speaks volumes for the rest of us. "Chloe," she begins, concern lacing her voice, "isn't he a bit young for you?" Chloe shrugs, her lips forming a pout as she tries to defend her choice. "I don't see the problem here. I'm 17, and he's 18. What's wrong with that?" Scarlett's gaze sweeps over Vivaldi's tiny frame, her disbelief written all over her face. "No way in heck!" she bursts out. "There's just no way this pint-sized dude is older than you!"

His parents died when he was 10 years old, he respects women. Chloe Murphy 27 years old, Chloe grew up as an orphan. She is beautiful, kind and savage at times. From elementary school, she had been best friends with Amyra. A doctor in the profession but more like a gangster sometimes.

Valentine scoffs at the sound of twenty. “C’mon, seriously, how old are you?” Demika reiterates, this time with a little intensity and curiosity. Selena is also interested in Chloe’s response because she wishes to know Valentine’s age as well… and with Chloe’s answer, one stone would’ve killed two birds. “Okay, I’m 167 years old… happy now?” she says outrightly. Demika blinks, taken aback by the casual revelation. "Wow... that's... I can't even imagine what it must be like to have lived that long."

I snap lightly. I have been friends with Chris since college. When we were young and insane. Over the years I like to think I have mellowed down but Chris is still on about that life. He claims to be a playboy for life. He is forty two and the idiot still keeps late nights, goes to wild parties with models and cocaine like he was still a college sophomore.

Chole was the youngest amongst them and she was glad someone in her age range was finally her. "How old are you?" Chole whispered into her ears. "I am twenty-three by the way" she added. "I would be twenty-four next month" Arabella whispered back. "Ohhh, a birthday party to attend," Chole said before pulling her towards the other people.

Chalondra Chalya Ellordi. Dominic's heart pounded. Ellordi? Was that Ellordi? Chris Ellordi? Cakrawala Paper? Their company's tough competitors? Good grief! Dominic looked at Chalondra's date of birth. The child turned out to be only 18 years old. It looked like she just graduated from high school. Dominic's chest rumbled. Had he acted lewdly to a child? Now he felt so sinful after kissing her twice. Dominic finished his activities. Well, her name was Chalondra Chalya Ellordi. That's enough. Now he should go back inside and hand over the wallet to its owner.

"What do I know?" Chloe rolled her eyes disapprovingly, "Big cousin, I'm already 18 years old. I'm an adult. I can also fall in love!" Although Zachary was only Chloe's eldest cousin in his generation, there was still a big gap between their ages. Therefore, Zacahry always treated himself as an elder to Chloe. At this moment, when he heard her words, she immediately frowned and said, "Chloe, it's wrong to fall in love so early!"

When Cheryl reappeared, she had changed into black sweat shorts and a pink tank top that hugged her soft, heavy curves in a way that made me swallow hard and look away, trying to focus on the papers instead. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said, settling on the couch across from me. I handed her a copy of the revised speech. “Hmm, it’s long,” she murmured, and I noticed her drinking from a small glass. “Is that my whiskey?” I asked, alarmed. “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” I took the glass from her. “I’m nineteen—almost twenty,” she said, her voice trailing awkwardly. Rolling my eyes, I moved the bottle out of her reach. “When you’re twenty-one, we’ll talk.”