Gon Hxh Age Novels & Stories

Two years later! Jhonia is now 20 years of age. She spent her two years learning how to fight! How to sneak and take photos of other people for blackmailing work of course, for her uncle. It became a part of her, to use evidence as a way to protect and have people do as her uncle says.

“Of course. It would be an honor.” The conversation slowly shifted, and discussions settled into an easy rhythm of them getting to know each other more. Things were going smoothly until the front door opened and footsteps echoed across the polished floor. Soon, a young woman came into view with wavy dark hair and the same pair of green eyes Rhys had. Gianna Huxley. At twenty, she was stunning, bearing the same graceful beauty as her mother. But the moment her eyes landed on Hermione seated beside her brother, her expression hardened.

He did not want to experience that again, and I certainly did not want to experience that either. I was waiting for Saturday with great anticipation. Jax and I seemed to have many commonalities, and I was hoping that we had some physical chemistry as well. Jax was very hot in his pictures, but a part of me wondered if they were pictures of him when he was younger. Jax was in his mid-forties and the man in those pictures certainly did not look forty. Every picture I had seen was of a very muscular tattooed man with a crew cut, and at least a goatee.

My dad says. “I am not sure how he has survived. Ghaazi was 400 years old when Jiahoa was born. That would make him close to 1100 years old. No Lycan in history has lived that long. Considering he does not look any older than when Jiahoa was born then he must be using magic to keep himself from dying.” My great-grandmother says.

He doesn't know what talent Soheila had for him to feel secure and safe by just becoming her subordinate. Xian's other brothers did the same as well and introduced themselves, which made Soheila smile. Xian is the oldest, he is 38 years old. Xandrick is next, he's 36 years old. Xhel and Xhan are twins, they are 35 years old, whereas Xander is the youngest, he is 33 years old.

The nineteen-year-old girl continued happily. Austin pinched the girl's chubby cheeks before him and exclaimed, "You're so cute!" In his eyes, the girl was incredibly adorable. "Hurt Uncle, uh, I'm leaving first. You'll be mad if I'm late. Goodbye Daddy Austin." Hazel kissed him goodbye. Hazel thought of others too positively. She didn't think the person who wanted to bump into her was a kidnapper. What's more, Austin himself is already thirty-one years old. It's extraordinary that this mature man is still familiar with him, who is only nineteen years old.

Then, she sat aside and said to Xanthus, "Dr. Osteen, you look quite unlike the youngster to me. If I may ask, how old are you this year?" Xanthus smiled and said, "Ma'am, you're welcome to drop the formalities. Just call me Xanthus. I am 28 years old this year." "You're already 28 years old. By any chance, do you have a girlfriend?" Jenna began to fish for information.

He blankly stared at the girl across from him and after a while, he frowned, then he cautiously asked. “I know I might sound rude, but I swear I am just curious as I could not make a guess no matter how I try,” Ashdod stated carefully. “Do you mind telling me how old you are?” “Eighteen,” Lexy answered without offense at all. “Well, Ethan is turning twenty-four on his next birthday. I don’t think that is much of a gap, though,” Ashdod shrugged his shoulders as he spoke with his eyebrows raised. “Twenty-four? Not thirty-four?” Lexy exclaimed. “How can he own a club at such a young age and the most famous to youngsters to top it all off.”

I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked. "Older than Elias." "How old?" I demanded. "I'm a hundred and fifty years old." He sighed, waiting for the other shoe to drop. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Seriously?" He nodded. "I was born in eighteen seventy-one." He sighed, defeated. "So, do you still want to be with me?" "I'm still thinking." Then I looked over at Elias. "And how old are you?" He shrugged. "Thirty-seven." He looked over at Xander, enjoying his discomfort a bit too much.

he grumbles as Pax and I exchange a look. “Hunter, you're 18. You still have plenty of time to find your mate … if anyone should be getting antsy, it’s grandpa Pax here,” I gesture as Pax flips me off. “I’m 8 years older than you, Jaden … I’d hardly say I’m past my prime,” he smooths his hands down his toned chest in emphasis.