I Overheard That She Was 19 Novels & Stories

I asked, hopeful. I had shifted, so I knew I was over 18, but literally my whole life, not knowing my birthday just plagued me. She grinned and stroked my hair. “Yes sweet girl, it is April 2. So in a few months, you’ll be 19! It hardly seems possible I was just twirling you around not too long ago.” I grinned wide, wow I was a lot older than I thought! She pulled back and her hand swiped over two of my marks.

Mui shot off multiple questions. “Yes, we went and got the girls. They are fine, relatively speaking. The older girl, Ivy, is fourteen...” I started to explain. “I’m fifteen.” Ivy spoke up. “Correction, she's fifteen. And the little one, Violet, is three.” I explained. I covered the receiver and looked at Ivy. “How much do you want me to say?” I asked. I don't want to give out information she’s uncomfortable with.

She pulled her legs up into the chair, putting them against her chest in a sort of modified fetal position. "So let's just start then, how old are you?" I asked. I had a few preparatory questions to get her warmed up. "Nineteen," she said and I was a bit surprised, I had thought she was closer to my age. But, now that I looked at her she appeared quite young. "And are you from around here?" "Yes," she said then she turned her head to the side, "Aren't you going to take notes?" Notes! I hadn't even thought of that. Of course I should be taking notes. I tried to control my reaction and thought of a good lie.

I quickly saw my first shred of proof that Olive’s warning wasn’t for show when a middle-aged man with rapidly fading hair placed a wet and obscenely long kiss to the top of my hand before scandalously asking my age. I’d never been more reluctant in my life to tell someone I was nineteen years old, just as I’d never seen someone more excited to hear a woman say she was nineteen years old. Feigning some horrific period cramps, I fled from the old wolf with adrenaline soaking into my brain.

“Most of this room can verify that. Or we could check the surveillance footage.” Her hands trembled at her sides. She knew she had messed up. I turned back to her, my voice gentler. “How old are you?” She blinked at me. “Nineteen,” she said, but her voice wavered. A muscle in my jaw ticked. She might be on the taller side, but she couldn't have been more than sixteen looking at her face. Before I could speak, her father sneered. “We all know that you’re so indiscriminate that you wouldn't even remember if you had fucked someone even at your own wedding."

She groans out in pain and I try to ignore the stinging pain in my hand. Over the past few months I've gotten to really know Her. She's nineteen, in a month she'll be twenty. I instantly felt even more guilt that I got her pregnant and she is still a teenager. She tells me not to worry about it and to try to push it to the back of my head.

she asks carefully. “I love it. You’ve ruined me. I won’t eat anywhere else now.” She laughs. That sound could be addictive. We banter, easy, natural—until I ask her age. She says nineteen. Nineteen. Fuck. How can a nineteenth year old have the body of a goddess that most people were paying thousands of dollars to get? I shook my head, wanting to change my thoughts. "I wasn't expecting that. I thought you were a bit older than nineteen."

Her phone rang suddenly, cutting me off. Her face scrunched up as she glanced at her phone screen, prompting my curiosity. "Who's calling?" I blurted out before thinking. She hesitated, and I impulsively grabbed the phone from the bed. My insides snapped on seeing the caller ID. "You have a boyfriend?!" Staring back at me with a cold expression, she casually shrugged before retorting. "I'm nineteen. What do you expect? Single and untouched?" I didn't expect less from her. I mean, She's in her prime and living her college days to the max like most normal teenagers.

I explained. "Well, I'm only nineteen and you’re what thirty?" She said. "I'm one hundred seventy five years old. I've been an Alpha for forty years now." "Shit you're fucking old." She stated playfully. "How about you, I mean you surely can pass as a nineteen year old teenager but what's your real age?" "Nineteen." She stated firmly. "Okay. If you say so, now let me tuck you to bed so you can take a rest now."

I said with a smile and she laughed, throwing her head back. “Life has made me mature before my age. But I'm not underage. I'm already nineteen.” My eyes went wide in shock. “Huh! But you look like almost fifteen. How can you be nineteen?” I could still not believe her words. And think she might be baffling. “She's not buffling. She's really nineteen.” A familiar voice came from the door and I looked behind Diana to find that hulk walking in. “What's the commotion down there?” Diana asked him.