Grimes Age Novels & Stories

"It was your decision not to come tonight. And besides, you'll get to spend time with Jade. Tell him I say hi" Jade works for my parents. He's super hot, super nice and also super unavailable. Grace cocks her eyebrow. "You're dreaming Jamie. He’s twenty-one," she says. "Whatever. He's sooo into me." Jamie says. "That's irrelevant. You're underage. It’s wrong, and he'd never risk it," Grace says matter-of-factly. "Quit being such a prude. Five years is nothing," Jamie says. "Anyway, lets get back to real issues – like my eyeliner."

Twenty nine years old. But no photos. Beside her, Sharon Grace also glanced at her, her eyes wide as a bronze bell. Sharon Grace raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "How old are you this year?" "Twenty-nine." Match!

Fortunately, around that time, the waitress came and took our orders. “Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air. I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?” “Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?” “Grace.” “Grace. How old is Grace? “Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen, and she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter. I’m just not sure of the time frame.” “And her son is…” “He’ll be sixteen next month.”

"They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all." "Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest. "217," said Damien. Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?" Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious." "Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes. "Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

Hayley Grimroe is turning eighteen in two months and that's what she is waking up for with a smile each morning. The fact that when she turns eighteen she'll get quarter of a million dollars as promised by her parents, she won't allow anyone to kill her yet. And she would kill anyone that would stop her from getting the money. "Good morning, Ms. Grimroe! I would like to remind you that you have a scheduled meeting with your mother today at 10 o'clock."

His arm fell around my and I grabbed his hand, lacing his fingers through mine. It's like I closed my eyes for one minute because I felt Seth shaking me. "Nathan we're there," He said to me. I nodded sitting up and quickly putting my shoe back on. "Okay guys. Here are your fakes. Nate and Seth you're 22 years old, Adam you're 21 since a month ago and I'm 23," Kris said handing each of us a ID card. "Whatever, hurry up and let's check this out. I wanna go to bed," I said getting out the car.

Date = 5 September A whole year since I last saw her face-to-face. I, Damion Grimm, am 20 years old. Almost 21. Place = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house) POV - Damion Shit. She’s even prettier than I remember — which shouldn’t be possible, yet here we are. My eyes find her the way they always do. Instinct. Muscle memory. She’s only a few meters away, wedged between her uncle and Kiara, and somehow still manages to own the entire room. Distressed jeggings hug those runner’s legs like they were tailored by a man who worships thighs.

he explained and I shrugged, not caring in the least. "Why would you die from the change?" He grinned slightly and explained that his temperature runs high and the change would literally cook him. I shuddered and looked up at him as I turned to face him. I told him I was sorry and he said it was alright. I kissed him sweetly and he held me lovingly within his arms as we continued moving forward. "Trym told me he was only twenty three," I mumbled and Greyson laughed. "He's twenty three hundred or two thousand three hundred years old, like you are Twenty five hundred," he replied and I furrowed my brow.

I ask looking up at him, knowing that I was told this at the dinner earlier this week. "He just turned twenty-two, Andrea is twenty-one. They had Luca at eighteen and got married last year," he tells me and I open my mouth to ask another question but he cuts me off. "Grayson is thirty like me." "Geez I can't even speak," I say and he rolls his eyes, "hey, we have to pretend we love each other. How did you put it, faking is easy."