Forever Nenaa Age Novels & Stories

“That’s an auction preview.” “They said it was just for the panel,” Nia whispered. “But when they brought me back, one of the guards said, “Donors’ll like that one. She photographs soft.”” Reader anger, I thought distantly. If they were here, their blood would be boiling. Mine already was. “How old are you, Nia?” I asked. “Eighteen,” she said. “Last week. They said that’s “perfect timing.” Before that I was—” She cut herself off.

10 years before the present moment. 1 week later Subdivision of the Delphos company Japan. Nagasaki Hiroshi Mika. 31 years old. Are you a virgin. He was a boy whose personal background involved dreaming about singers and dating dolls, dressing up as a dog, going to events on his favourited television shows.

I look as old as my parents. But I'm well over 100 years old. That's all I'm going to say since a lady doesn't tell her age!" Angelica said then winked at Addison, both girls immediately began laughing. "So wow, is this how you'll look forever? Or do you just age even slower than we do? Yep, this is my forever age! I could be 400 years old and still look like this! She said then Addison's eyes went wide. "Oh don't look at me like that, you're stuck now too! Your mates to an angel now!" Angelica said.

Her eyes were a pale blue, like a foggy morning sky giving way to the sun. I like how she smells. She is not dangerous. Dane said with a hint of lust in his deep voice. Nick gently asked her, “What have you done to yourself young lady?” They were all young to him. Werewolves age much slower than humans so our perspective on age is quite different. At over 150 years old, the oldest human grandma was still a ‘young lady’ to Nick and he loved making them all blush. “It was an accident.” She mumbled awkwardly.

"I know, but may I ask a question?" She looked so innocent to him. And so tiny in comparison to his almost seven foot frame. He nodded to her. "How long do Were's live? I know you're much older than I am. How long will we have together?" She seemed more concerned than anything. "I'm five hundred sixty three years old. I'm the oldest Were in North America that I'm aware of. To tell the truth, I don't know how long we can potentially live. In ancient times a Were of three hundred was considered old, but that was more because of death in battle than how long the life span actually was. So really, I don't know how long we'll have. I just know that we will be happy."

Solana raised her eyebrow, she’s a lot younger than what her beta thinks. “19,” Kiera nodded, “How long have you been 19?” For Solana, it was an insult, a way of saying that she’s an old hag but for her Kierra, it was just a mere question that is relevant. “I am only 19,” Solana said firmly. Nerissa cleared her throat and gestured at Kiera to stop. Solana has a short temper, none can compare nor can measure how short it is. “Her mother was alive for over a hundred years, but Solana was only born 19 years ago,” Nerissa cleared.

Forrest was strong and tall, but his big sister could still beat his ass. That’s why today, a day before her eighteenth birthday Nivia was sparring with her grandpa Asher. While Osiris was still strong and impressive, it wouldn’t be fair to let an eighteen year old spar against a guy that was almost seventy. Cyrus was even older, but Nivia had been able to beat him by the time she was ten. Osiris was still fucking good-looking though, he just got better with age. Even I had to admit that. Nivia bragged about beating her great grandfather every fucking year on Cy’s birthday. Fuck, I loved that girl.

She thought feeling no remorse and turned a crooked smile on her lips. "Yes, uncle." She responded in a low tone. "Where are the other girls? Go tell them we are going out." Esther nodded and broke away at the drop of a hat and returned a few minutes later with Mercy and Mellisa. "Mom, Dad, is it true you are going out?" Melissa asked her dark brow in surprise. "Yes dear," Jina responded excitedly. "Britton's birthday is around the corner and none of you has a new flock set up for the occasion."

For the briefest moment... Vanessa Hale’s flawless smile faltered. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced instantly by the poised, professional expression expected of an executive secretary. She extended her hand gracefully. "Mrs. Blackwood, it's an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." Celeste looked down at the outstretched hand. This was the woman. The anonymous sender. The woman who had worn the "FOREVER CELESTE" necklace before it had found its way into the velvet box Adrian had so proudly presented to his wife.

In a quiet corner where no one passed by, Felix finally broke down. "Sara, we've been together for six years. Are you really this heartless?" I answered a different question instead. "I'm leaving the country, Felix." "I'll wait for you..." "You don't need to. There's no point anymore." I looked at him calmly. "I've already found what I want to do with my life. Whatever road lies ahead, I won't be walking it with you anymore." I walked away to the sound of his regretful sobs behind me.