Icy Wicy Age 소설 & 이야기

"Whatever gave you the impression I was joking, Ivy?" "Everything!" I exclaimed with a grin, having gotten my laughter under control. "Anyway, jokes aside, what's your real age?" I added, eager to know his actual age. "I wasn't joking, Ivy. I am a hundred and twenty eight years old." I shook my head at him. "That can't be possible." "It is. Werewolves age much slower than humans, Ivy, especially those from an Alpha bloodline. Most of us can live easily up to a thousand years and more."

Wicker mouth drops open as he stands to his feet, the room suddenly looks small as his head was almost touching the ceiling “...The perfect muse, such enticing sinful creature, hypnotizing eyes... Goodness lord!” He says in awe, circling me. Thank goddess, he made no move to touch me while at it. “How old are you dear?” Mr. Wicker finally ask “I am sixt...” I was about saying, when Blacktooth cuts in sharply “She is twenty years old Mr. Wicker.” He says.

The men bear trumpets, blowing them into the air. There are some that hang by their apartment balconies, watching the street show as they cheer. As Lester and I pass, we have confetti thrown down on us. "Woah!!" Lester chuckles, his eyes gleaming while he watches the show. "Chicago never stops to amaze!" He blurts, his eyes pinned on the group of girls twerking their waists to the music. Chicago is Ivy's town. She rules the place. Ivy is the oldest Vampire alive. She's about two thousand years old, making her the strongest. And the sexiest bitch of their kind.