I Overheard That She Was 19 Novels & Stories

I asked again. "She is nineteen years old, Master," she said with little quilt in her eyes because she did not give this information when she was interviewed. I was so stunned by this information as I thought her child was a small kid. It took me a minute to talk again looking at her eyes. "She is nineteen years old?" I was wide eyed looking so shocked at the moment.

I titled my head as I thought of what she said, I felt their presence in my heart when I remembered some memories with them. "So how old are you?" She asked practically changing the subject. My sad look dissipated "I turned nineteen some months ago" I said sheepishly. She arched a brow at me, with amused expression on her face. Like she was astonished by what I said. "Whoa, really" she asked unbelievably. I nodded sheepishly "Well, your body doesn't look 19" she teased and I flushed a little at her words. It's normal, and plus i inherited it from my mom. She leaned closer to me like she wanted to say a secret "I'm 25" she whispered in a funny way and I chuckled at that.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder as we both stared at my mate. "She is so beautiful and that red, curly hair! I am so jealous of her beauty!" My mom said as she laid her head on my shoulder. "I can't wait to officially meet this beautiful and strong woman." She looked up at me. "How old is she?" "She just turned 19 a couple of days ago." I said admiringly. "Really?! To have had to go through what she went through at such a young age! She will make an incredible Luna!"

she asked, softly stitching up the cut on top of his eyebrow. "I'm ten years old," He told her, it had been his birthday a few days ago. No one knew about it, he had no one to celebrate it with, and he had no reason to celebrate. It was a celebration of life, his life was not worth celebrating, "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen."

Atleast she didn’t ask how I met Hayden again. Should I lie about my age or just tell her the truth? If I lie and then she finds out later, she might just hate me. “Seventeen” I answered looking at the floor like it was the most interesting thing right now. “17? You are still in high school??” “No. First year of college” I answered. “How did you meet Hayden then?” There we go again... Shouldn’t she have asked Hayden all these instead of putting me in a tight position.

I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she rolled her hleyes at me in response. "Shut up. I didn't come here to talk about me. I came here for you," "Huh?" I was genuinely confused. "It's your birthday next week, silly! You'll be nineteen. I thought you'd be excited enough to remember" I didn't realise I was that close to my birthday. My mind was too preoccupied with other things. I remembered when I was younger and I'd told Talia that I would always look forward to my nineteenth birthday because eighteen was only the first year in adulthood and I'd still be a fresher until I turned nineteen.

she finally begins. “Is she..?” “A friend?” she asks. “A relative?” “Both,” I tell her. “She’s someone special.” She nods. “How old?” she asks, then checks herself. “So I know what style to go for, I mean.” “Eighteen. Just.” She looks at me as I say just, and I know she’s wondering. She doesn’t ask any more questions, but I can say with certainty that my extra-curricular business will be the talk of the photocopier this morning.

“My turn?” “Tell me something about yourself that no one knows, I have technically told you my whole life story.” He looked genuinely shocked,“That’s your whole life story?” I laughed. “I know you can’t tell by how I carry myself,” I said dramatically, “but I haven’t lived that much really.” His eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. “How old are you?” “Tomorrow is actually my birthday.” “Oh?” “Yep, I turn nineteen” I placed a hand over my stomach, “And the doctors say I’m going to be a mommy soon.”I grinned at him. “I am absolutely nailing this life thing, don’t you think?”

The woman who taught me love. It was hard for me, but from what Haylee told me while she was drunk, she had it hard as well. “So do right by her," Theo mumbled before he went quiet in my head. Haylee’s bright green eyes were still glued to my face, and to our surprise, rather than answer her question, I asked, “How old are you, Haylee?” With shock written all over her face, she stuttered, “Nineteen.” Nineteen.

Maeve fidgeted under my gaze. “Um… actually, no. No, I… I haven’t,” she admitted, shocking me. “Sarah hasn’t either,” she added quickly once she saw surprise flicker across my face, “but she’s only just turned eighteen.” My inner conflict deepened in light of this new revelation.