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"She did not say why." "Lena," I said. Bianca turned to look at me. I told her. The second Silver Queen channel potential. The pre Lyra record. The removed from the equation language. The Verity Institute moving. Greywood. Bianca's face was controlled throughout. The specific processing expression of someone who had learned to receive large information without visible immediate reaction. When I finished she was quiet for a moment. "She is twelve years old," Bianca said. "Yes," I said.

Rose White an 18 years old innocent flawless beauty who started loving someone all her life even before knowing what is LOVE. Unfortunately she doesn't know by then the man who is her world is not her soulmate but the man who is going to tear her soul apart by scattering her heart into million pieces which can never be repaired. Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity.

Episode 7: The Submissive Butler Cecilia was in her twenties, young, radiant, and only beginning to understand the weight of her allure. There was something disarming about her confidence, the way she carried herself like a woman who had only just discovered the power of being desired and of desiring in return. Richard had been the one to teach her that power.

“You misunderstood. I didn’t say it was old—“ However, the butler was red with his own seething anger. He felt insulted by Jai’s words that said this building was old. He loved this place with all his heart and he had served this family for years. He could not take this insult right to his face. He thought he needed to do something. So he cut Jai by saying, “I don’t care what you say now, you have insulted—“ But before he could continue what he was about to say, the door on the right side of the room opened and a woman wearing a black long dress and white apron appeared. “Oh my Lord! Is that Jai? The thunder elemer from the competition?” the woman approached. The woman looked a bit old, the

No matter how much she tried to look young, she would always be older than Zach. Cecilia’s cheerful expression immediately turned serious. I was only 25, but Cecilia was already 27. She did not have an advantage in terms of age. She quickly composed herself and tried to smile again as the elevator doors opened. I stepped out, and Cecilia followed me to my car. I opened the door to get in, and she got in with me. “I don’t have a car. Give me a ride.” “Take a cab if you don’t have a car,” I said in annoyance. “Get out!”

I gestured toward the boys. “What…?” Cairos asked, his brow furrowed, confused. “I mean… I’m not one of those people who make a minor work. I can’t… I just can’t allow this,” I said firmly, my eyes fixed on them again. He looked at me, expression unreadable for a moment, then a small smile flickered across his lips… quickly gone. “They’re not minors,” he said finally. “What?” I asked, confused. “They’re not minors. This is Caleb, Dylan, Ethan… Caleb is twenty-five, Dylan is twenty-four, and Ethan, the youngest is twenty-one. So no need to worry,” he said calmly.

Lyra — Age 13 Blackwood Pack Territory, Alaska By the time Lyra Blackwood reached her thirteenth birthday, the endless expanse of Blackwood territory no longer felt like a ravenous beast ready to devour her. It still prowled at the edges of her awareness, but she no longer trembled at its roar.

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to act tough. Keeping track of high-tier Alpha Heirs has never been my thing unless they're characters in my explicit romance books. I'm sure a quick look at the city crystal-feeds would give me more dirty details than I ever wanted to know. "I think his birth-moon puts him around thirty-nine," she says, shrugging. "That's only like ten winters older than yo—" "It doesn't matter," I snap, cutting her off with a sharp wave of my hand.

He grumbled as Ciel clicked his tongue. “Have you heard of yourself? My mate is not a monster.” Paxton placed his hand over Ciel. “Your mate is a minor, Ciel. You are ten more years older than her.” Paxton remembered as he finally left the chambers. ******* The clothes arrived in two hours. Including underwear, bags, shoes, and assorted types of dresses fit for ten to fifteen years old. She’s currently wearing a robe that is bigger than her and Cedric handed her a bottle of blood. She opened it as it stenches and she handed it back to him.

She was busy looking at the room that was so foreign to her. Celine asked a maid on guard not far from where she sat to pour some tea. "How old are you?" asked Celine coldly. "M-me? I'm 20 years old," Blair answered nervously. "Aren't you too young for 20 years old?" Celine narrowed her eyes. Blair was getting nervous. She had absolutely no idea she would face Axel's mother. She also needed to find out why she was brought there. "What do your parents do?" asked Celine one more time.