If He Had Been With Me Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Okay… it would be awkward if it did.” “Exactly.” I trailed off because if he came to know about me at the age of eighteen it would be illegal. Heck, I was ten back then. “So I got into a relationship with Gizelle, hoping marking her will make her my mate but it didn’t work.” “So when I turned eighteen… meaning the day I stepped into the neighborhood… you knew?” I paused. Lifting my gaze as we both looked at each for a second before he nodded. “Yes,” My chest clenched, gripping the sheet.

“Is that why you asked me to come back once I’m eighteen?” He nodded. “If I lose my control by then, at least you are of legal age, and I won’t be condemned for it…” My smile was too wide, and I was sure I looked goofy, but the Gamma was also flashing the same smile, so I didn’t mind looking as goofy as him.

I need to play this carefully. He shrugs. “If I can guess your age, will you tell me your name?” I shrug back. “By all means.” He takes a step back, looking at me up and down while his hand rests on his chin. His eyes linger in all the right places, staring at my hips, my curves, my breasts. Finally, his gaze goes to my eyes. “Twenty,” he says. “They should probably card you.” “Not even close, Bond,” I say truthfully.

"He was turned when he was 25. If he Could age, he would be 30 right now. In human, he would've been 10 years older than me and 12 for you." "Wow." "You know what, I have a good feeling about you." She smiled. Oh boy, I think college just got crazier for me.

he gestured toward the first aid kit next to me. I shook my head with absolute conviction in my tone. “No, you can’t even raise your arms.” “Not your concern.” “Well, yes, it’s mine!” I crossed my arms. “You’re living in my jurisdiction!” He sneered, smiling mirthlessly towards me. “How old are you? Sixteen?” Then, with a snarl, he cast his gaze to my breasts. Facing the reality that my breasts are underdeveloped, I felt a heat crawl to my cheeks.

I feel him nod, his chin touching the top of my head. “Wilma, my sister, was ten, so mom didn’t allow her to tag along with us. Horror movies weren’t suitable for her. Frankly, they weren’t suitable for me at twelve either, but I’d insisted, and my dad gave in.” I laugh a little to myself, recalling the precious memory with brilliant clarity. “He always gave in.”

I replied. "If you don't trust us, how can we rely on you to be obedient?" Brielle queried. "Don't get me wrong; if I had a magic button that would kill every A****n over the age of 17, I'd been pounding that bitch as hard as I could," I grinned. "A better cut-off age would be 15, but I kinda think Loraine deserves a chance to grow up to not be like the rest of you."

“Aren’t you too young for this? The business… it’s not something to just step into.” He tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Aren’t we about the same age?” “No." " I'm 18, soon be 19,” He said. " You?” "22,” I said bluntly. “Not quite the same.” He shrugged. “Close enough.” Not the same but close enough to feel the comparison sting. I didn’t reply. Instead, I poured myself another glass, the amber liquid catching the light, letting it warm my chest.

“I see no reason why you can’t” “I’m ten years older than you”, I deadpanned. “I like older women.” “I don’t like children, you’re like Eren in my eyes”, his left eye twitched as I said that and I stood up from beside his bed. A sixteen year old would definitely soon have his mate, I didn’t know why he was so eager to be with someone like me but I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.