Dawn Age Novels & Stories

"We have all night." She found what she was looking for in the website, and read, "Guests must be at least twenty-one years of age, or a minimum of eighteen years of age if accompanied by a parent or legal guardian." "Well, I know what I'm asking for for Christmas!" Dawn said excitedly.

Did she actually make a mistake leaving her son and father behind? Farrah closed her eyes, kneading her forehead gently as she slowly organized her thoughts. She couldn’t afford to have doubts about herself this time. Not only would it not help her achieve her purpose, but it also hinders her companions. Farrah eventually calmed down and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already six am. Everyone’s already walking out of their rooms, either yawning or still had their eyes closed. “Woke up? Clean your faces and have breakfast.” Twilight ordered, pointing to the leftover foods Farrah cooked last night. Gracea reheated it as their breakfast.

I never heard my brothers talking about rent and such. “How am I supposed to call you? What is your name?” I changed the topic. I don’t want to cry while thinking about my parents. I don’t want my mind to wander around on the details my family didn’t tell me. “I don’t tell my name that easy, young woman. But the people in here, including my grandchildren and children, call me Nana. They said that I am the oldest woman in the town of Dusk and Dawn.”

Dianna Davenport is more than just a beautiful face; she’s got a brain behind that face. I’ve fallen in love. She’s a twenty-seven years old. I doubt she’d want to be with a thirty-year-old single father, to an eleven-year-old boy. Grayson is my whole world. And I could ever be with a woman who didn’t accept him. So even though I think I met my soulmate. I won’t make a move.

I said. Stepping in, Dawn arrived with a small cookie box. "Hello boss, may I take my seat?" I laughed out at how formal she was trying to be, then decided to play along. At least if everyone else would be my enemy, Dawn would always be my own friend! Her short black hair was still packed backwards so it made her head appear small. Adding to the fact that she was a pretty small lady, she looked at least four to five years younger than me, only for me to find out recently that we were the same age! I was always slightly jealous of her beauty.