Grimes Age Novels & Stories

"Oh, man, that hurts! My leg, my knee, my back... I'm dying!" A young man in his early twenties lay sprawled on the ground, wailing loud enough to draw a crowd within seconds. Hayley watched the guy putting on his little scam act, the smile on her lips slowly widening. Hearing her laugh, Griffin opened his eyes and saw a pretty young girl who couldn't have been more than 19. Her fair face was glowing with an almost blinding smile.

The punch scared me. Mom was right, I did need to see someone. Kathy Grimes was one of the best in her field, according to what information I could gather. It was two weeks before she could see me. My age, roughly. Pretty, ultimately professional, with a warm manner and disarming style. Judging by the pictures on the wall, she was happily married with two preteen children. "Nice looking kids," I said, looking at the pictures. She smiled.

“That was the best way you could think of?” Grimes exhaled smoke slowly. “You’ve been unreachable. I don’t take people backing out on me lightly. You should know that.” “I know exactly how you are.” “Then you should understand why we’re here.” I started walking toward him. “So you admit to being responsible for her father’s death.” The room went quiet. Mia’s gaze moved between us, tension creeping into her expression. Grimes stared at me before a low chuckle escaped him, he relaxed into his arm chair unbothered. “That’s a bold accusation.”

Miranda asked as everybody now kept their eyes focused on her. "Grace, Grace Winters". She said quietly as they all wrote something down on the piece of paper in front of them. "How old are You?". Justin asked in an uninterested manner making grace feel down, she didn't miss the frown that ebbed Mr Black's face as he stared at the manager in a manner Grace couldn't understand. "I'm Eighteen Years Old," She said Making Mr Black’s face light up surprising her. "How do you feel about getting this role, if you get it?”. DD asked this time.

LIAM’S POV I had been tried several times in my life, but Grace Kane? She was by far my biggest trial, one I wasn’t sure if I would pass. Grace was twenty-three. I was thirty-six. Thirteen years older than her, and that was enough to keep me from ever wandering about her. I knew she had a crush on me, she had been “helping” out at the church for months, and every task was a test to my restraint. She flashed me several times, and I had to be the adult and pretend I saw nothing. But she was relentless, and now she had just pushed further, she was asking me to fuck her.

he replied with a smile and I nodded slowly. “How old are they?” I asked, and he remained silent for a while before he said, “Grace should be…. Grace is twenty-three, then Caroline is fifteen” I narrowed my eyes at him. Wasn't Caroline fifteen when I killed her? How can she still… The man is useless. Really senseless. “So you do not have any male children?” I asked, and he shook his head negatively without thinking.

Grace mischievous smile. Unlike her friends, a beautiful woman was busy changing her work uniform and getting ready to go home, she didn't even say anything and her face looked very tired. "Don't you have any plans? Michelle." Grace said looking at Michelle in surprise. Michelle smiled. "I'm going to be picked up by my boyfriend, I'm going first, girls. ..bye..." After saying goodbye to Michelle's colleagues, she waved her hand before she left. Michelle is 24 years old now and has become a beautiful and attractive woman.

Gracie figured that her body wouldn't take the pressure of another baby anymore. Georgina was regarded as the divine mother in the family. Her age didn't stop her from having four kids with Dan, and she was 52 years old already. Framton was at a whooping 72 count on his birthday candles. His ex-wife living with him was 70, and still so beautiful to his eyes. Nick and Gracie continue watching their child stare into the abyss. His arms were locked behind his head as he smiled at the chandelier on top of his head.

And I never understood why. Alright, a little about myself. For starters, my name is Gracie and I'm nineteen years old. I've always been extremely short, being one of--if not the--shortest girls in my class all throughout high school. My body oddly continued growing right up until my senior year, when I finally achieved the monumental victory of reaching five feet. Well, just shy of it, but who's counting? I was proud of that accomplishment.

But it was nice in a soothing way. "How old are you, Grace?" Grace was stunned by a sudden question as she stopped wiping the shelf and looked her way. "Twenty-one." Lisa nodded. "You know, you remind me of my little sister." Grace smiled. "How old is she?" Lisa laughed before a look of devastation plastered over her face and she looked away with a sad smile. "Surprisingly, she would've been twenty-one." Grace was stunned to see the sadness in Lisa's eyes and gulped down. "Where's she? Does she live with your parents?"