Diferencia De Edad Novels & Stories

"Yes, you're old, Ale. You're 40 years old. I'm 23. The difference between us is 17 years," I said. "17 years is nothing." "Nothing to you, but to me, that's an entire generation. You were in high school when I was born. You were in college when I was still learning to talk. You were starting your dark business when I was still learning to read." "What does that have to do with anything?" "What does it have to do with anything? I don't know." I wiped my tears, still wet on my cheeks. "Maybe nothing. Maybe I'm just looking for a reason to be mad at you."

Stella said patiently. "Well, you don't look very old yourself but your folder stated that you're 31 years old when you look only 21-year-old," Edwin said shyly. Stella chuckled, "That is because girls from my country are much petite than the girls from the United States, which is why you probably had the illusion that I'm younger. I've seen your information before and I should be 7 years older than you." Edwin shrugged his shoulders and hinted, "I don't care about age, nationality, or anything else."

“I’m glad you two had fun last night.” I groan softly. “Maybe too much fun.” I lean my head against my hand and squint at her. “There’s no such thing,” she replies firmly. “You deserve to enjoy yourself.” She studies me for a moment, then adds with a small grin, “Also… Carter looked worse than you did this morning.” I scoff. “You’re older than him,” she continues. “That’s impressive.” “I’m not that much older.” Seven years. But who’s counting. Once you’re fully grown, age differences blur anyway. Unless someone’s talking about entire decades, nobody really keeps score.

I swear I see his entire world shift in that moment, like he’s just been insulted in a way no one has ever dared before. “What?!” he shrieks, like I’ve just declared war. “I look my age?” I tilt my head slightly, a nervous pout forming on my lips. “I mean… yeah. You do.” He stares at me for a moment, his mouth opening in shock. He crosses his arms and huffs. "I'm not forty! I’m thirty-nine!” I blink. "Thirty-nine. Aren't they both the same thing?" He glares at me as if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life..“No, it’s not.There’s a difference. Huge difference.”

“I don’t even know you!” “I think we know each other well enough.” “Carnally,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “Exactly. I think we can say we are definitely compatible.” “But you’re so young…” “I’m only 4 years younger than you! My parents had an age difference of 8 years. It really doesn’t matter. We are both adults.” I stand up, finding a clean pair of jeans and pulling them on. I see her searching everywhere for her clothes, and I hand her my shirt from the night before.

“Like hundred?” I couldn't help but smile, utterly amused, as our children laughed, taunting Eduardo. “Aw, do you think daddy is that old?” Eduardo asked, smiling. “Maybe.” “I'm Thirty three.” He replied, to which Henry and Olivia giggled again. “Daddy is so old.” Olivia said, clasping her hand over her mouth as her giggles became louder. “No, I'm not old. Henry and Olivia are old.” He argued. “We are not old,” Henry argued. “We are five. Daddy is like seven times our age. That's so old.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I only laugh again. “Then again, it’s hardly a fair competition when one of the princes is two years older, is it? I mean, at a certain point, those two years don’t really matter, but for the first part of our lives, they made a huge difference.” Ava watches me then, assessing.

she said. I looked at her; Grace was right; I've always wished for someone like Hayden, but never did I ask for a twenty-two-year-old. "I don't want to see him anymore," I told her. Grace looked at me. "If you're going to react like this every time someone mentions your age difference, you're screwed. Hayden is an adult just like you," she said. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling. "But he's twenty-two," I complained.

"You are not kid anymore" She pouted. "I am still younger than you, grandpa." She quickly stepped back when he stepped towards her. "Did you forget yesterday's deal?" He asked and she shook her head. "No! I am sorry" She said. "Better! And I am 28 years old" He said. "10 years older than me" She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah but you will keep aging and I won't." He smirked and she frowned confused. "What do you mean?" She asked.

However the unamused look on Amelia’s face told her that she had no point. “Really? Are we really going to talk about the age difference?” Amelia deadpanned. “You’re nineteen, your mate is two hundred and thirty but he looks thirty. That's about how many years difference?” “Two hundred and eleven years apart,” Adelia helped Amelia out. “Wow,” Amelia said, not having the slightest change in her unamused expression. “My mate is four hundred and thirty four years and I’m twenty one, do the math.” Adelia bit her lips as she realized just how little the age gap between her hand Adrian was compared to Arthur and Amelia. There was a four hundred year gap between the two. Okay so that point was stru