How Old Is Varian Tangled Novels & Stories

Three years ago. Jace's POV. This is not the first time I'm pretending to be a girl's boyfriend, things didn't turn out so well the last time I did this but that's mostly because I was stoned and the girl's parents decided to say shit about my tattoos. Here's the thing, I know I'm only eighteen and people regret certain decisions as they grow but I don't think I'll ever regret the tattoos, they're a part of my grown and they somehow feel like... Therapy.

She was going to cope. “Place them in the dining room, be careful with them!” I handed Junior a tray of cookies. I made them with so much love for everyone of course, but I couldn’t wait to see her have the first bite. “I’m twenty four, not four.” He sneered at me. “Yeah, and how did that ever change anything about your rebellious side?” I uttered, he shook his head and walked out the kitchen.

Dave asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Oh my God, shut up." Heather laughed, the sound bright and uninhibited. "Or the time you tried to dye your hair blonde and ended up looking like a cheeto." "I was fourteen!" I protested, but I was laughing, too. "And yet, you still can’t cook," Dave added, dodging the pillow I threw at his head. "Hey!" I yelped, but I was grinning, my heart lighter than it had been in years.

He plucked the napkin from my fingers and dabbed at his jacket himself—slow, controlled, uncaring. “You’re Lana Cruz,” he said. “From marketing.” I blinked. “You… know my name?” He gave a faint tilt of his head. “You’ve been sending weekly briefs with campaign data. Your subject lines are always capitalized incorrectly.” Great. My emails were memorable. But for all the wrong reasons. “I’ll pay for the suit,” I blurted, already calculating how many months of rent I’d have to skip to afford Armani. “It’s tailored. Burned now,” he said flatly, eyes trailing down my dress to where the spill had splashed on my chest. “So is your top.”

Still, it seemed that we would spend New Year's together, alone, so I would just have to wait two more weeks. I had a party the day before we left for Europe. On the day I turned 18, it was really great. My girl teased me all the time, but in a way that wasn't obvious to everyone else, and gave me two gifts. One was a pair of tickets to a metal concert I dreamed of going to, and the second was a package she told me to open when I was alone unpacking it—and at the earliest, that would be in my hotel room in London. I was damn curious about it, but I promised to wait, and she wouldn't tell me what it was.

I had read and obviously reread, even watched multiple online videos on the female reproductive system. "A quick breakdown on the reproductive system. Let's use an on-screen version." I quickly took out my laptop and projected it to the wall. "Here, we have the breast. It matures at fourteen years old. Menstruation flows—" I just started recounting all that Aunt Grace had explained to me. "Great. So you did your assignment." Ethan praised. I heaved a sigh of relief. But Jayden had a finger raised in the air. This jerk has a question! My heart thumped. I had just covered my truth, and he wanted to say nonsense.

I rushed to the office knowing I'm going to get a talk down. As I pressed the number on the elevator I thought of my Sister. There is so much said today, I don't even know where to start. My emotions are jumbled right now. One thing I noticed is the difference between our looks which was subtle at best when we were younger has become prominent. She is willowy with auburn hair, amazing tan and at 5.5', she could be called petite to my Amazon stature. I'm not fat, just curvy, you could say like Kylie Jenner and my skin gets red when I attempt tanning, emphasis on attempt here. We have the same eyes and similar jaw structure, other than that we are as opposite as we could get. It's natural as w