Jennie Age Novels & Stories

He must be patrolling now. After doing all the chores in the kitchen and helping Jennie with her work, I returned to my room. Jennie is an omega. Her parents died long back and since then she has been working as a maid in the pack house. As her rank is lower, no one really likes her around them.

"Is it true?! Does that mean I'm going to be an aunt?!" Diana replied slowly, "Yes, I'm only a month pregnant. Just found out recently." "This news is so explosive! But..." Jenny hesitated. "But big sis, you're only twenty. Isn't John a bit..."

This time it’s by little Janie. “Emma, do you think I should get some Botox and lip fillers?” She drops three letters in my desk. “Wait? What? How old are you?” “Twenty five.” “No!” I look up into her horrified face. “You’re too young and pretty to be messing with your appearance like that.” “It’s just that I read that it’s good to have it as a preventative… oh god! You’re busy. Sorry,” a look of understanding hits her face.

Jennifer was naturally proud and aloof, and she never liked to celebrate her birthday with others. She hadn't even mentioned it to her best friend Jasmine. Birthdays reminded her of getting older, which was something she dreaded. So, she rarely had any birthday parties. Over time, she even forgot her own birthday. "But it's okay. At least this way, no one will quickly find out I'm already twenty-eight!" Jennifer sighed. Twenty-eight! Despite taking good care of herself and looking like a young lady in her early twenties, she knew she wasn't young anymore.

Sienna nodded. "Usually, female tycoons are in their forties or fifties. They have a lot of life experience." Stanley pressed his lips together. "Jolin is a young woman." What? Jolin was a young woman? Sienna looked at Stanley in surprise. "You've met Jolin?" "Yes, you've actually met Jolin? You simply must tell us what she's like!" someone else chimed in. Stanley's face was unreadable. "I've only seen her from behind. She's very young."

The girl was born with such a beautiful face, but she was disabled. "How old are you? Have you reached eighteen? You look like just fifteen or sixteen. I'm nineteen. Oh, not exactly. I'll turn twenty after the New Year, so you should call me elder sister." The girl looked at her in silence. "Do you think I talk too much?" Renee looked at her curiously, "Actually, I don't have to talk. It makes me happy by just looking at you. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're so charming! Can I take a photo with you? I'm afraid that I won't have the chance to see such a beautiful girl again in the future."

TWENTY-SIX YEARS LATER, JACKS, AGE 73 MONICA AGE 50 Watching people you love grow old is hard, but knowing my time with them is coming to an end is gut-wrenching. Watching Lenny get wrinkly and Monica's dark hair turn grey is like slow torture. When our aunts and uncle passed, it was natural all of them lived long, happy lives. But knowing Lenny will pass away and we won't is excruciating. She is the same age as us even though we only look twenty-five.

Yeah, she's Jennie, 24 years old and works as his assistant". I responded without hesitation. "What I wouldn't give to f*ck 24 years old assistant." Brenda commented as she seemed intrigued by the information, “Ooh, Brenda”, I couldn't help but chuckle at Brenda's statement as I exclaimed. "Come on, you're a feminist. I just wanted equal opportunity", Brenda said to me, "It doesn't work like that." I interrupted her and replied, Brenda disagreed with me and responded, "It works like that."

Working for Cole on the ranch was the perfect solution. Slowly, she nodded, writing on her board, I'd like that. Thank you. "You're welcome. And thank you." Together, they left the barn and headed for the house. "Oh, Jenny. I keep meaning to ask you—how old are you?" Surprised at the abrupt turn, she blinked. 20, she wrote. 21 on my birthday in April. Feeling relieved, Cole nodded. Jenny quickly erased the message and jotted another one. How old are you?

He glanced at them again, “All of them look a lot older than you.” I held the tray in my hands and then paused, “Yea…” I nodded, “They are,” I didn’t pay it much attention but now that I think about it, I’m a lot younger than all of them. Jena is the one closest to my age and she’s twenty-six. “Don’t get stressed over it.” Juniur chuckled, “People have all types of friends.” He then pointed at himself, “You and I are friends now too, right.” His smile was bright, “We’re only a year apart.”