Grimes Age Novels & Stories

Third person Nana Gracia was still trembling long after the boys let go. She didn’t look like anything she did twenty years ago. Back then, she was barely in her mid-forties; her hair had only a few strands of white, and her lips carried countable wrinkles, but now she looked old. So old, like she had aged double over the past two decades.

Greg shrugged nonchalantly, smiling as he added, "I’m a very open-minded young man, unlike those three old fossils, with their villas and all. Who even wants to live in a villa these days? Ordering takeout takes hours!" Dean couldn’t help but laugh lightly. "You talk as if you’re that young." Greg raised an eyebrow. "I’m 27." Dean was taken aback for a moment. "You are younger than them… Well, in that case, you still need to promise me you won’t force me, and you won’t limit my freedom." Greg shook his head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "The way you say it, you'd think I’ve been forcing you."

I am an accessory to murder. "I have to kill you and I can't." Portland Oregon, United States. 12:39 p.m. 9 years ago. The wind roared with fervor in the American streets, the youngest of the Grahams ran through the garden of her grandmother's house waving the frisbee that the pets wanted to take. Her smile on her face was as radiant as anyone. She was barely 5 years old, she made even the dogs' heads ache, she loved to do mischief and her energy was the multiplication of that of two athletes.

Ruby asked. “It was her birthday.” “For the record, Miss Graves is eighteen, three years too young to be going to a bar, known to serve a crowd more of your age.” Her eyes narrowed. “And how old are you and your twin brother?” “We’ll be thirty in a few months.” “And what interest could you have in an eighteen-year-old girl?” Ruby asked. “With no real education, no prospects, and not a single clue of how to navigate herself from your Estate to the nearest city?”

This looks like a hall but covered with people holding champagne glasses and chattering amongst themselves. " Oh my God , Gray." A girl says as she flings her arms around Gray almost knocking me off. She hug him. Gray hold tight to my hand when i try to slip it away from him. Okay , she's taking forever to disengage from her hug. Gray pulls away as she smiles widely at him. She wears a really short dress that barely covers her thighs. Her blonde hair fits her pale cream skin and she's pretty. Clearly she's older than me. 23 or even 24. Most times I wonder how Gray end up dating a twenty year old when his girls and flings are twenty four , five , some even older than him. I feel like i don't

GRACE P. O. V After five years of separation, he was still the same. The way he looks at me, his posture, his physique, and his voice haven't changed. This year, he is 26 years old, while I am 25 years old. However, he looks much more mature. He was much more charismatic with his all-black attire and the sideburns that adorned his firm jaw. I didn't know how to react when I saw him standing not far from me. My hand gripped Alex's arm so hard that my nails dug into his skin.

he finished with a grin. “You're not going to let it go, are you?” “Never.” There was a ridiculous grin on his face. “You know I'm older than you right? You're supposed to do as I say and I say forget about it.” I teased. “Nah…how old are you anyways?” “I'm twenty two.” Grey started laughing again. “What?” “We're the same age man.” I laughed. This guy was on something. I inhaled, trying to stop laughing with him. There was a displaced scent.

At Grimes Med, Selin wandered the gleaming corridors, her eyes wide with awe. “Wow… Grimes Med really is unlike any hospital in the world.” As she made her rounds to familiarize herself with the elite patient wings, she noticed an older man sitting alone in the lobby. He was sharp-dressed despite looking exhausted—handsome in his mid-fifties, about the same age as her father. She walked over with a warm smile. “Sir? Is there anything I can help you with?” He looked up at her, his dark eyes heavy with sleepless nights and unspoken sorrow.

He tried to explain in a soft voice. There was no answer that Mr.Charmond could hear, when he gave the question and also the facts. However, confirmed that Grace didn't like the words in front of the elevator and ended up crying. "You want to blame me? Want to scold me? Here, do it." He took Grace's body into his arms, until the woman's cries really sounded in ears. Grace's attitude is like a teenage girl and that's not a problem for Mr.Charmond. For those who are not yet over twenty-five years old, for him is a growth period with a very high ego. Maybe even a phase with bad enough thoughts, whatever the choice is for the best.

Then she added, “But not dead.” My breath stopped. Colton’s voice came quietly from behind me. “Grace.” She flinched at his tone. Not because he threatened her. Because the pain in it was too plain. “I was nineteen,” she said. “Old enough to think I understood danger and young enough to believe I could outrun consequences if I chose the right road.” I sat then, not gracefully. The chair caught me. Grace’s hands twisted in her lap. I had never seen her do that. My grandmother’s hands were always busy, always certain. Kneading dough, pruning roses, cleaning wounds and smacking sense into the air.