How Old Is Glimmer Novels & Stories

“Old. Right. What ancient age are you? Thirty-five? Thirty-six?” “Either you are my new best friend for saying that or Colby’s gift for charm is wearing off on you.” Gemma smiled briefly before she fiddled with the pop-top on her beer can. “I’m forty-seven.” Channing whistled. “Wow. You don’t look it.” “I feel it. Lord. I see those young thangs—” she gestured with her can,

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There was a loud buzzing noise around me. I forced my eyes open, realizing I wasn't dead. I had been reborn. I fumbled for my phone, checking the date. It was August 28th, the day before I was supposed to turn in the most important project of my life. My teammates crowded around me, eyes shining. "Kelsey, you're seriously amazing. No wonder you're a special admit student. You even solved the hardest problems as if they were nothing. Once you wrap up the last bit of code, we can finally submit, right?"

After all, it is my mate's parents. "If Grimrose Celestine was born on March 16, 2006, that makes her 17 years old, right?" I asked. Their laughters died as they darted their gaze at me. Roman stopped laughing and shifted his expression into a serious one. Out of the four of us here, only I and Roman knows exatcly why I suddenly kept quiet. "Yeah. Your mate is still a minor, Ryler. I do not even know how she felt that she is your mate. She's not even at her right age yet," Clemento replied.

"You've been working for my mother for the longest time, Mr. Zimmer. Or are you not sure who's actually the grandson of Miles Langford here?" Mr. Zimmer stopped in his tracks, freezing up. "Well, I…" Jennie shot him an annoyed glare right then. "My sister is the heir to this company! And you're going against her orders?! Perhaps you rather pack your things and leave?!" Mr. Zimmer paled in fear right then, and glanced at me gingerly, "Please, Mr. Langford—I have a family to feed, so please just leave and don't make this any harder for me." Though he gestured for security to drag me outside, I picked up a vase from the table and threw it at them as they closed in. "Come on, just try me! I'm no

They had their song back, not in the air, but in their blood. Elara held a fruit that was shaped like a swirling spiral. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her face. "It's the Glimmerfall," she whispered. "Not just the story of it, but the feeling. The tiredness. The hope. The joy of its change. It's all here."

She smiled now. “What’s the name of your best friend?” “I can’t remember.” She lied. She, however, noticed the surprised look on the quiz master’s face and added, “I saw her last, four years ago, when I was in basic 5.” “I guess she would be watching now as I tell you that you have…” He paused. Ayo held her hands together as her heart skipped a bit. ‘I’ve been disqualified. Just tell me already.’

Glacia said and I turned, faking a smile. “Are you sure? Is this because of your dinner date with the Alpha?” Glacia asked, I kept mute, hiding my face to conceal the pink fingers already spreading on my face. “You must have felt lonely, the Alpha was so cold, wasn’t he?” she giggled. I looked at Glacia. I have come to take her as an elder sister, she reminds me so much of Melsa. Glacia is 19 years old, a year older than me, though she doesn’t have a mate yet.

Silverhide sinks into the dark of the night and the swiftly moving clouds once again. I don’t fault her for not wanting to help me. The women in our little gaggle are all in the same boat, so to speak. All of us are between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-three, prime mating age, and the Harvest Festival is our one chance to meet people from outside the bubble of Silverhide and the closest packs of New Glade and New Emberfyll.

“We sit in their cages.” “Look, Mr… whoever you are. I appreciate the nostalgia trip, I really do. But unless you’re here to slip me a file baked into a cake, I’ve got a twenty-to-life timeshare to get back to.” “My name,” he said and the room seemed to get colder, “is Lucius. And I am a liaison for The Glimmer.” Oh. Shit. The name hung between us. The Glimmer. The secret government of our secret world. The folks who made the rules we actually had to follow.