Diferença De Idade Novels & Stories

His Birthday was in four months September 7 and he is turning six years old. He was starting to look so much like me. I couldn't believe how fast he was growing .Just the other day Clara and I took him home . He was a so small and now we both went to go get the same hair cut two days ago.His unrully curls needed a trim and my hair was long enough so we both opted to cut our hair short and leave our curls wild .

Nine years? "What's your age?" I asked. "27," He said and my eyes widened. WHAT???? He is even older than my brother Tiago. Just why the hell was I mated with this old man here? "Hey, I know what you're thinking but I'm just seven years older than you..some people also have twelve years difference. That's pretty huge because you have to wait twelve years just for your mate to realize that she is your mate." He said and my eyes widened even more.

“Jordie, but of all people…” “He’s the best, you know how long I’ve liked him, Shawn, I liked him, you liked Anna, and we got them!” “It’s not the same.” “It’s exactly the same!” “Anna and I are the same age, kind of, she was held back a year meaning she’s eighteen but we’re the same age. Derrick is what…twenty five!?” “No, dude, he’s twenty two and I’m seventeen but I’m eighteen in two months! That’s only a five year age difference.”

she says softly, her voice cutting through the frustration building inside me. “She’s eighteen,” I repeat, trying to make her understand. “And I’m twenty-one,” she reminds me. “Nine years younger than you, Gray. By some people’s standards, that’s wrong, too.” “Why does everyone keep comparing us?” I argue, feeling exasperated. “It’s different! We’ve known each other for over ten years!” “Which makes it worse, Gray,” she says gently, but there’s a small smile playing on her lips. “Just... stop getting involved. Please?”

His smirk returned, but it was different this time then it turned into a frown, “I'm not going to go to jail for this, am I?” I rolled my eyes, “I'm not a kid. I'm more than 18 and you're just about four-five years older than I am!” “Actually… It's just three years. I'm three years older than you are.” “What?!” I yelled, blinking at him like he’d just dropped a bombshell. Kaidon looked annoyingly smug, arms folded now like he was enjoying every second of my confusion. “You heard me.” He said, dragging out the words, “You’re eighteen plus a few months. I’m twenty-two. Oh, that’s like three years and a few months.”

I remembered the stories Liam told me. “I am nine houndrade and twenty four and Aiden eight houndrade and twenty one!.” She replied. What the heck!!, is this some kind of joke?.How could they be so old and look so young, this is madness. I felt my head spinning, they were immortals!!. Yennefer laughed when she saw the look on my face. “Our age gap is eight hundred and four!!.” I exclaimed. “Yes sweetheart!.” I was in deep shock. I was in love with someone way older than my father!!, that was crazy but then again he didn’t age and no one would believe such a thing, they would all think I am insane. And I thought Aiden was older than her!.

"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."

No, not at all. I smiled. "How old are you, if I may ask?" Daphnie faked a shocked expression and dramatically said, "You're not supposed to ask a woman her age." I chuckled as Daphnie smiled and said, "I'm twenty-four." That was a seven-year difference between us. Not bad at all; some people date people twelve years older than them. "That's not bad then," I said, making Daphnie blush. "Nope, not bad at all."

He stated as if it was obvious, which it fucking was. "That’s my mate, kid." "Dad said people can have two mates." I froze, staring down at him, did he fucking just say that? My eyes flashed green, and he simply looked at me like I was a cockroach on the damn wall. "Yeah… rarely, and I assure you, a twenty-two-year-old woman is not going to be mated to a six-year-old pup." He smirked, "There’s sixteen years difference between Mama and Dad... Twenty-two take away six is?"

Karline continued, “if the same seven-year gap is between a twenty-five-year-old and a thirty-two-year-old, it’s different. Both are adults. Both have lived, failed, learned. There’s more equality. More agency. Less risk.” She shrugged lightly. “So age gaps aren’t inherently wrong. It’s about where people are in life.” Mia nodded slowly, absorbing every word. “Ohhh.” Karline turned back to the stove, stirring the soup. “Why are you asking?” Mia hesitated. Then, almost as an afterthought, she asked, “What about… a twenty-one-year-old?” The spoon paused mid-stir. Karline didn’t look at her immediately. When she did, her gaze was sharp, but not unkind. “Twenty-one and…?”