Elissa Age Novels & Stories

This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected. For the first time, Elias began to think about Mrs. Mark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Selena. She had gotten pregnant with Selena just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now.

He loved me either way and withdrew quietly. Elisa gives me a weird side eye, slides up her cell, and sits innocently with it to her ear while it rings. Her little face is blank, with a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth where she's chewing on the inside of her lip. For some reason she seems more mature and older today. Sitting up straight, eyes bright and clear. I really take note of how her hair is pulled back in hair clips, her uniform is more fitted and tidy, and she even has makeup on.

Before I could finish, Elisa said, "When you're both in your cabin or a shared room, you might tell him to close his eyes while you go change or something." Lily and I both turned to her in disbelief. "Are you sure you're just thirteen?" Lily asked, staring at her admirably. Elisa flipped her hair. Definitely a Lily move. "Age is just a number. I watch movies." "Oh my God, she's me. I swear, she's me in a smaller body." Lily chuckled. Elisa had to shrug, as if what Lily said was a compliment. "I'm just saying, you want to surprise your guy? Do it properly. Make him speechless."

Diego suddenly asked from behind us. “Yes, everything is well prepared. We just need to retouch some things,” Elisha told him. “How old is she?” I asked Ray while watching Diego and Elisha discuss the wedding preparation. “She’s 25. She’s older than you,” Ray said. “Well, tour us and show us your wedding designs,” Elisha offered. I looked at Diego, but he just looked at me. “Great. I’m excited. Is your cousin always like that? He’s too serious about his life,” I asked him as we started walking, which made both of them laugh.

"Who is she.? Why is she here at Elijah's house?" The maid appeared puzzled. "Weren't you invited to Elijah's wedding?" "Wedding? When?" Elisse asked, confused. "A few days ago, Elijah got married." Elisse looked at her. "Don't tell me you're Elijah's wife." "I... uh..." "Yes, she is," the maid answered. Elisse looked at her from head to toe. "Why do you look so young? How old are you?" "Eighteen." "You're too young, in my opinion. I didn't even know that Elijah had a girlfriend." Elisse looked at the maid, unsure if she knew the real reason she and Elijah had been married.

Elissa looked up, her big innocent eyes making Carson a bit uncomfortable. This was her only chance. She had to do it. For Lia. “I am here to sell my body to you.” Carson's one brow shot up with surprise and confusion. She continued, “In exchange, I want money.” “How much?” he asked. She expected him to ask for the reason but she was glad he didn't. She wouldn't possibly have told him anything. Chewing the skin of her lower lip, she said, “Three hundred thousand dollars.” She kept her gaze lowered, too ashamed to look him in the eye. There was silence and Elissa wondered why he wasn't saying anything.

“That’s not the only problem, Gianni! You don’t know the man! You know nothing about him. It’s not too late to turn back. I am begging you!” Usually, I listen to Eloise but not this time. We are the same age but she already has her life figured out. She works a cool job and is already married with her first kid at twenty-nine and a second on the way. Meanwhile, I am still a virgin at the same age.

"Ella, can you tell me what you remember?" Ella was stunned and seemed to not understand Leo’s meaning. After a moment, she said, "I remember... yesterday was my 21st birthday. Dad prepared a birthday cake for me. Oh, right, Leo, you were there too, and you gave me a cute doll, didn’t you?" 21 years old! Ella was 22 years old when she graduated from college and got engaged to Lucas according to her family's arrangements. So, did she forget everything related to Lucas?

“Stella, you take such good care of yourself! Your skin looks like that of a girl in her early twenties—I’m jealous.” “Oh, come off it! You’re just buttering me up. Your mom’s inside—go on in.” “Got it!” Eleanor linked arms with me and walked inside. “Mom, I brought Scarlett!” The assistant nurse closed the door behind us. Elisa’s office was spacious, featuring not only a workspace but also a treatment room. The treatment room door opened, and she emerged wearing a white lab coat. A woman in her forties, she sported a sleek, stylish short haircut. Well-preserved, with light makeup that barely showed her age, she radiated the charm of a mature woman—intelligent and graceful.

In her mind, that woman's presence could ruin whatever she and Noah are just starting to build. "How old are you, Luana?" Henri asks. "Twenty-one." "That's interesting. Same age as Noah." "True, that's actually perfect," she agrees. "Oh really? Why?" Elisa asks, her voice already tight with jealousy. "Because being the same age means we can get to know each other better and find out how many things we both like. Plus, we can go to the same kinds of places." "True, talking to people your own age is way easier," Noah concludes, completely oblivious to Elisa's jealousy.