Jay Cinco Age Novels & Stories

She'd rather be friends or acquaintances with Cayden rather than a potential love interest. "I'm sorry for the sudden question, how old are you?" She asked while helping her lay down on the bed while placing a second pillow to support her head. "No worries I'm 32. Not that old, right? I should be the asking you that question. How about you?" Cayden threw back the question to her. "Just a 17 year old human girl. Well, I don't know when will be my birthday so I use the New Years Eve as my birthday. Today is November 5th so I'll be 18 next month."

Jasper was sitting on the bed with his tablet in hand, while Leah was tickling him, trying to make the little man laugh. "Aiya!, mommy, stop tickling me," Jasper said, scowling in frustration. "I am no longer a baby." Leah looked at him surprised. "Who told you that you are no longer a baby? You will forever be mommy's baby," she said with a smile tugging his cheek. Jasper retorted, "I am already a big boy, mommy. I am now five years old, and I will be starting kindergarten soon," raising five fingers to show Leah.

If Rowan were to come back, she would not want to stay in the United States anymore because she would be alone. Jason’s classmates sent him all the information about Miya by the end of the banquet. He tried his best to find out all the public and also undisclosed information about her. Miya was 29 years old, so she was older than him by a year. However, he did not mind, and he believed his parents would not mind either because Mrs. Maton was two years older than Mr. Maton.

"Janine made mistakes, but she’ll have a hard time after falling into Zain’s hands." She had seen Zain before—buzz cut, wicked smile, and a dangerous aura. He didn’t look like someone easy to deal with. "How old is he?" Caleb thought for a moment. "Five years younger than Janine. Should be around 22. I don’t remember his exact age—I never paid attention." Whitney remembered that Janine was the same age as her. That meant Zain was only 22! For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

“Me too‍. I missed th⁠is chaos.” The ch⁠aos intensifies. Now we have: David (26) and G⁠race​ (25) with L​ily (4) and Peter (2) — Amara (24) a‌nd James (‌27) with Maya‌ (3) and Sofia (6 months) — Zara (19) in medi‌cal school — Kiya (16) in high school -‍ Joy (12) in middle school - Emmanuel​ (7​) in primary school

He sat down after mind linking someone. “Thank you for bringing me my dress. How did you keep it dry?” He smiled. “That is a secret. I might show you one day.” He winked at me. Then patted a seat next to him. “Come on, I won’t bite… Hard.” I laugh and sit down. “How old are you and Jay? And what about the Alphas, how old are they?” He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Jay is 18, I’m 21, Cally is 26. Kane, Gabe, and Byron are 30. It’s a bit of a wild age group.” I felt my eyebrows knit together.

Is it correct that you are 5 feet 9 inches tall but skinny? After giving his unimpressive approval to the way she dressed for their father's funeral services, Kuya Raffy speculates. " Exactly, Kuya Raffy, as I am taller than you. Jason is 6 feet and 2 inches tall, but I am not bratty; rather, I am self-disciplined; otherwise, mommy and daddy will not allow me to be elected as the new administrator here.” Nancy says adding, "But you don't need to teach me such martial arts because Jason is already with me to properly train me in the exact ways and means to apply military operations and tactics because he has been working in an international CIA for 5 years. “Nancy added,

I rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

"I’ll pray for it to go well." "It will go well. Thanks for the prayers." "How old is he?" "Nine." "Aww, he’s still a baby. And you? How old are you?" "Twenty-five." She blinked. "What?! I asked. You’re older than me? She replied. I’m twenty-three. All this time, I thought I was the big sister!" "Well, from now on—call me big sister," I said, teasing. We both laughed. I cleared my throat. "So, Sandra... Do you know how old Jayden is?"

, she asked them. "Yes, we do", they all chorused. Cynthia smiled, showing he deep dimples. "I think I'm older than everyone here so you should call me sister Cynthia.Let's get to know each other better" "I don't want to", Jay said. " Pardon?", she asked. "I don't want to call you sister. You look younger than me", Jay said. " Jay, I'm four years older than you", Cynthia told him. "So", he asked. " Does that mean you are older? We are still in the same generational bracket. The distance is not up to five years yet", Jay pointed out.