Foolish Age Novels & Stories

If they were a crumbling house after Andrea left, Stanley turned it into rubble. He would never forgive those who betrayed his mother. I backed him up without hesitation and pushed harder. The Pages were a ghost in our world now, their names erased. I would not forgive traitors either. So, Shane sending a wedding gift was a shock. Inside the box lay a dazzling purple diamond ring. A forgotten memory from when I was eighteen came flooding back. It was blurry, but we were hunched over a practice test, me pointing out Shane's mistakes. I was head over heels, dreaming of a future with him while circling answers.

He burst into laughter. “Then, fucking get married. You’re old enough, anyway.” “Coming from an old bachelor who seniors us with five years?” He raised a brow. Jeremy pressed his lips together for a while and then burst into laughter. “Old bachelor, you say?” He asked amidst laughter. “A fool at forty probably does not know his stupidity should have ended at his thirties,” Zeke let out, making the laughter cease and the room in silence. “A fool at forty, is a fool forever, BROTHER,” he stressed the word sarcastically and then walked away.

Had age let her family fool her all her life? Gwen was young, the youngest of her parents' children but she was not as innocent or clueless as they thought or wished her to be. Although she loved playing the piano, and dashing around the house, she was very intelligent. She wouldn't read if it wasn't necessary or if it didn't for the moment hold her interest but she could make perfect conversation even at her age and bring words with perfect relations to a discussion. She was not being made a fool of, was she? Did her family think she was too young and decided to make her a fool?

The head of the bartender turned and when he saw me, he cake forward and asked , " How old are you? Are you eighteen!" Of cause I was eighteen and above; but because of my tiny and baby looking Face, I get mistaken for an underground teenager... " I'm eighteen, Don't insult me". I picked an offence and he said.. " You don't look eighteen". He soliloquized whether I was eighteen or not..

“Does Jamie?” He gave her a bizarre see. “Some ladies like to be told.” Her forehead fixed. “Very few.” How much involvement seem these boys conceivably have? They were eighteen and nineteen a long time ancient. Notwithstanding, she didn’t like the impression she was getting. “What’s off-base with ladies your claim age? You ought to be assembly young ladies at college.”

Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. ******* Anyone who's read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I've written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you. Everyone is over 18. ***** Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

"Your bosses know how to work in sink." Julie raised her eyes amused. "You are too young to comment on that." Noah said annoyed. "I am eighteen, already!" She poked her tongue out mockingly. "I am talking about mental age. You are still five years old." He mocked back and she scowled. "Shoot!" Arthur ordered and she pulled the trigger, hitting the target. "Ahhh! I did it." She started jumping excitedly and hugged Julie. "Did you see that? I did it."

His face went pale instantly. "Professor!" "Professor!" "What are you doing!" "Professor Floyd's an old man! How can you hit the elderly?!" "Hah! If anyone deserves a beating, it's you, useless pile of trash! This isn't the world before the apocalypse. Forget respecting elders. Now it's the apocalypse, and whoever has the bigger fist gets to talk. Today, we're tossing all you worthless idiots out! What can you do about it?" "Y-You people are unreasonable! You're a bunch of animals!" the youngest of the group said angrily.

I replied. "If you don't trust us, how can we rely on you to be obedient?" Brielle queried. "Don't get me wrong; if I had a magic button that would kill every A****n over the age of 17, I'd been pounding that bitch as hard as I could," I grinned. "A better cut-off age would be 15, but I kinda think Loraine deserves a chance to grow up to not be like the rest of you."

“Sir… isn’t that risky? What if I lose my life? I’m still young, not old enough for something like that…” He tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Huh? And what does that mean?” “Sir, I’m just 19,” I admitted, biting my lip. He scoffed, stepping back with a chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “19? Who the fuck even employs an underage in my company? Why do you look older? I thought you were like 24 or something.” “No… not at all, sir.”