Jay Cinco Age Novels & Stories

It showed off his muscular body. “Hi! Come in.” “Are you the rich man who’s going to buy all the toys for other children?” Katelynn blurted out. Jason laughed and bent down to her, “I guess I am. Are you the little girl who is going to help me shopping today.” “Yes, I’m Katelynn and I’m five and this is my big sister Maggie, she is nine and we love Barbie and we love…” I interrupted her, “Ok Katelynn, go and get your jacket,” I smiled at Jason and rolled my eyes a bit. “You sure you’re ready to handle us today?”

Jayda smiled. "Yes, and she's not dating anyone till she's 25," Sebastian commanded. "And as the assistant godfather, I agree with Seb." Roman chipped in. Jayda and Lilian laughed out loud. "I'm sure our fathers said the same thing when we were born," Lilian said to Jayda who nodded in agreement. "And I think I had my first boyfriend in high school; my sophomore year," Lilian added. "Lily, Ariella shouldn't be hearing all of that." Sebastian pouted.

"But... my birthday's in October..." Klempner nods, casually at first then, stiffening, his voice tensing, "October? October? What date?" "Um... thirty-first. Why? What does it matter?" Klempner stands, "October thirty-first?" His voice drops to nothing. "How old are you, Jenny?" "I'm twenty-five. Twenty-six next... Why? What does it matter?" Christ... Is this going where I think...? James casts me a look of rising alarm.

she said. “When is your birthday?” Jay blurted out and Mj glanced over her shoulder to look at him a little surprised “October 18th, why?” she thought it was a strange question but Jay’s reaction was even stranger, his face seemed to go almost pale and he looked like he was going to cry.

Maya Fifteen Years Later "Happy birthday!" Bianca is holding up her glass. "The big thirty-three—only seven years until forty and your mid-life crisis!" "Not so loud!" I grit my teeth, hissing at my friend. There is lemon juice stuck on my teeth; I can taste it. "Every single soul inside this restaurant doesn't have to know my age!" Jenna and Felicia lift their cocktail glasses, smiling at me with warmth and love radiant on their faces.

This was a man used to getting answers. She couldn’t think why lying would help. “Wiley James.” He jerked as if she’d slapped him. It was hard to tell through the smoke, but she thought he paled. “It couldn’t be her, Jayems,” the blond said quickly. “It’s just a coincidence.” He glanced her way. “The girl couldn’t be more than …” He frowned. “How old are you?” “Twenty-four,” she answered cautiously. It was only a few days until her birthday, but she wasn’t going to age herself unnecessarily.

**FIVE YEARS LATER** "How old are you?" the Blades member asked, his interest piqued. "I'm eighteen," Jenny replied, trimming about five years off her actual age. She flashed a charming smile at the tall, broad man sitting across from her, his long black hair framing a tattoo-covered physique. She mentally catalogued his tattoos for any potentially useful information. "Just turned eighteen a few days ago." "Can I see an ID?" he asked with a grin. Though Jenny was actually twenty-three, she always claimed to be eighteen since the men she encountered often preferred her to skirt the edge of legality. In the past, claiming eighteen sometimes even disappointed them, suggesting they hoped for som

I wouldn't mind fucking her. Ow, Jade what are you doing? She slept with Jackson, remember. And I immediately shooke that thought away from my head. The spatula in her hand was completely still, even though the eggs in the pan were already starting to burn. "Oh, hey," she said brightly, like we were friends. "You're already going to school." I didn't answer. I opened the fridge to grap some soda. She turned to look at me. She was maybe twenty two. Tops. Probably a little bit older or my age, twenty. But I knew Jackson wouldn't risk to sleep with an underage. He loves his reputation more than anything.

Chapter 7 Nikita Jones POV Hi, I'm Nikita Jones 20 years old, I was adopted as a baby and grew up with my amazing parents Joy and Seth Jones when I was five, they had my sister Ella Jones. When I turned 18, I searched for my birth parents I found out they died in a plane crash, and it’s said that the entire family died so I gave up.

Jane said with a gracious smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ariana.” Ariana didn’t reply. She just gave a tight, polite smile, nothing more. Jane then turned her warm attention to the little girl. “And how are you, little one?” she asked sweetly. Rihanna straightened up. “I’m okay, thank you,” she said with surprising poise. Jane chuckled, delighted. “How old are you?” “I’m five years old,” Rihanna replied proudly. “And my baby brother is going to be born at the end of the year.”