Icy Wicy Age Novels & Stories

or so she was led to believe. "How old are you Ivy?" The young woman stood there for what felt like an eternity. The longer she took to answer the more Viennashal was convinced that Ivy was indeed someone from her past. "That depends on who you ask." Ivy responded with some sarcasm in her voice. "Ya see, to humans I'm nineteen years old. But since you asked, I’ve been jumping through dimensions for three centuries trying to find a way to change the past. If my friends from high school could see me now, they'd probably say the shit I've done is next level.

"By the way, how old are you? You're so capable. Have you been learning it for a long time?" Gladyce remarked with a disdainful chuckle. "Yes, I have been learning it for a long time. When I was born, I was doomed to do this. But I'm not that old. I'm 20 years old this year." Gladyce's heart thumped even faster when she said that. She wondered, "Will Anne tell that person one day that she has once received help from a girl in Country A and the girl is called Gladyce and 20 years old?"

The house smells pleasant as Eliana finishes watering the flower pots of wolfsbane, the vases made of silver. Along the mantle, Ivy’s life is laid out in quiet order. Her round baby face is captured mid-laugh. Her first birthday, frosting smeared everywhere. A blurry photo of her clutching her toes, startled by her own joy. The years move forward without asking permission. Twelve, braces, too much lipstick, defiance sharpened by insecurity. Sixteen, holding a basketball trophy she insists does not matter, even as her fingers curl tight around it.

"What are you thinking, Icy?" Jordan asked while they were sitting in the seashore watching the waves that freely moved accordingly and feeling the cold breeze that were sensing their warm skin. "Nothing, just thinking about my future." she answered plainly. Icy is Jordan's younger sister. She is three years younger than him. They have a very close relationship since their parents always travel abroad for business reasons. Icy is eighteen years old and just finished her secondary education while his brother were studying business course aiming to help their parents run their business in the future.

This couldn't be right; her appearance was that of an adult woman, with those enchanting eyes, captivating smile, and a body full of curves. "Ivy, how old are you?" She made a face as if trying to remember and then laughed embarrassedly. "Here, we measure our age in lunar cycles." Ivy moved away from the bed, taking my food tray to the dresser. She poured a glass of water and handed it to me; I smiled thankfully before drinking it. She sat on the edge of the bed and started checking my leg. "I have experienced 186 lunar cycles." I stayed silent for a few minutes, while doing this calculation in my mind.

After recovering her memory, Albert often took her to try various new desserts and teas. Seeing her smile, he couldn't help but smile as well. Melody had that kind of magic—her smile could cheer others up. "Mel, you must have been tired from the program. Let me tell you some good news," Albert said mysteriously. "The ICY technical online exchange will be held in Bayridge this year!" ICY was a world-famous hacker organization, with members distributed in various countries. Their advanced techniques had always been hailed as the pinnacle of network information security.

"How old are you, Ivy?" I pursed my lips, saying a small reply. "Seventeen." "Wow....Kane." Her eyes go wide. "She is still a baby." "I am not a baby." I immediately protested. "I am seventeen!!" "You are a baby." Calm down, Ivy. Don't argue; she is a werewolf. You know you are not a baby. "Tell me where you are going. This big sister will take care of you." I don't want to talk to you. I bury my head in my arms. Squashing the little tiger into crying out.

He was really scared. Looking at the two trembling guys, Icy suddenly felt bored. In the past, she would definitely be excited about such things, but now she had seen too many of them and her style had improved. It was really boring to argue with these two nobodies. No wonder that guy was so dispirited. "Forget it, get lost!" Icy said, waving her hand. If she really wanted to do something, she couldn't do it. Although she acted tough, Miss White still believed that she was a gentle lady from the bottom of her heart.

She is tiny though at 5’0” with long straight black hair and green-grey eyes. “Cyara how old are you?” I ask. “I just turned 18 two months ago.” She answers quietly. You can tell she is shy. Well being around all these outgoing and confident women it shouldn’t take her too long to come out of her shell. I look over at Kaycie and she is talking to Cyara. I have to smile because they kinda have the same personality. Kaycie was the same way when she first moved here. She still is shy at times. A smile breaks out on my face when I see that ring on her finger. I still can’t believe that she said yes.