Jace Norman Age Novels & Stories

"I'm Magnus." "Magnus…" Troy said, as if testing the word in his mouth. "Nice to meet you. I'm Troy." His eyes moved to Jace again. "I think that I will go to group." Magnus continued to watch him as she bit her short nails. The black paint on them was scraped almost completely off. "How old are you?" She interrupted. "Twenty-five." "Are you a suicide attempt, too?" "No." His eyes flitted from one to the other of them and he noted that Jace had pulled the sleeves down over his wrists again.

Puzzled, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. He nodded, “And a younger brother. Jace is the second child, he's twenty-seven years old. Jennifer is the last child, she's twenty years old and your favorite lady. You're always close, you gave her nicknames.” “What's she like?” “She's just like you.” “I don't even know who I am.” He retorted. “You'll start seeing yourself in her when you're around her. Jace said he'll be coming home next week, but if you badly want to see him, he listens to only you.”

Jace asked. “Ahm, do you think it’s too soon?” Emerald interrupted them. She still remembers the incident in the car store, and she was worried that his parents wouldn’t think anything else about her son because of what Emerose and Merly had told them. Ace looked down with his sad face. “Ace is already 4,” Jace said, “I’ll turn five soon,” the boy chimed in. Jace looked at him and smiled before continuing, but he couldn’t because Emerald spoke.

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’

Jace's POV Seven years ago It was my nineteenth birthday today but it felt like every other day if not worse. Dad was out on a business trip, Mum was off partying somewhere downtown while Jay was at boarding school. I was the only one home if Dad's precious son didn't count.

His entire presence shed some pressure, and his face appeared more gentle. If she were to marry him, honestly, it wouldn't be such a bad deal. At least, she could consider it as having some fortune to see him daily. Felicia replied, "So you enjoy playing the role of a spirit and meddling in mortal affairs like this. By the way, how old are you now?" "Age?" Alpha Jayce was well aware of her indifferent nature, so he didn't compare their ages. But this issue was still somewhat taboo, causing him to furrow his brows as he said, "Be cautious when considering... I am currently two thousand seven hundred years old."

Well you already should forgive my manners, My name is Jace Robert the one and only Diss lord of Crimson City, Well am nineteen when it comes to my age and to be frankly speaking, Am a damn boring dude in everything I do. " Jace... Get your lazy ass down here this instance " Mrs Montero demanded while cooking for breakfast, I forgot to mention that I am not living alone, The Montero's says that my parent died in a car accident and that's when they took me in but anyways I don't care, Living with the Montero's is what I call Fun.

“Of course. Honestly, I’d even be willing now, but with your treatment I’d worry you’d end up having to take care of me instead. So better to wait a few years. I’m still young anyway.” Hearing her speak with such certainty about their future filled Louis with even more determination to beat the illness. He nodded. “Alright, I’ll do my best to give you that.” “Not your best—you must,” Adora corrected firmly. When they reached the Walker estate, Jace came running out before they even got out of the car. He had just turned ten, tall for his age, tanned from his love of sports, and full of sunshine. Spotting his uncle and aunt, he greeted them warmly. “Uncle, Aunt!”

Like he was comparing them. "You're her son?" "Yes. My name is Jace." "Jace," the man repeated. He smiled but it wasn't a nice smile exactly. It was strange. Like he'd found something he'd been looking for for a long time. Like finding a toy you lost years ago. "How old are you, Jace?" "Five. Almost six." The man nodded slowly, still staring. "You look like her," he said. "Around the eyes and the mouth."

Jace whispered softly as he caressed her back. "I feel your pain," Jasmine said empathetically. "I still remember the year I lost my dad. I was five years old at the time, and Andrea was six. He got into an accident on his way to work, and I never thought it would be the last time I got to see him." "Wait, how old are you again?" Jace asked as they disengaged from the hug. "I'm currently 23; I will be 24 in a few months. Is there something wrong?''