Johnny Orlando Age Novels & Stories

was the simultaneous response. "I'm fifty-something," Orlando retorted with a slight smile. "But our brides are all of the same age, twenty-something!" When he laughed, the others emulated him. Jeff wanted to say something but thought it was better to stay silent. Vino touched his shoulder to learn what is it. 'I'm wondering, what is your relationship with Eve, Orlando?' Jeff reflected to himself. Vino tried to speak with Orlando through telepathy. 'Sir, I have question for you.'

Jordan announced, tilting his head slightly, but Orion just proved to be nonchalant once again, biting his lower lips with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Just say the meaningful things that can be of interest to me,” Orion replied, tracing a hand around the dark circles around his eyes. Seraphina had told him to rub a cream around, but he refused, stating that he was not the type to cover things up. “His father died when he was just twelve years of age, and he spent some time with his grandma for some years before returning to his mom, only to find out that she was dating someone already,” he paused, inhaling deeply.

She shyly looked down at the table that separated her and Josephine. “Are you by chance, still a vir Ahem. Closed?” Josephine asked, looking at her questioning her sexual lifestyle. Jhonia waited for a few seconds, before she nodded her head in approval of the question Josephine asked her? “Hahaha! Sorry, I won't laugh hehe, really? How old are you? 16.” Josephine laughed as she could not hold back even after she said, she won't, still she giggled and asked? “I'm turning 21 tomorrow. How old do I look to you?” Jhonia's voice softened when she spoke about her age, Josephine blinked at her three times in disbelief!

The old man patted him on the shoulder, "I'm in good health. You brat, it has been half a month since you last came back to see me." As the old tutor spoke, his gaze fell upon her. "Is this your girlfriend?" Luna ’s face turned red as she hastily waved her hands, "No, I …" Before she even finished speaking, Johny Enderson 's outspoken laughter interrupted her words. "General, your body is really getting tougher and tougher. In terms of getting stronger with age, you are second to none in Philadelphia." Hearing Johny Enderson 's voice, she instinctively felt against it.

His voice sounded tired and I could not help but ask, “How old are you? How could you talk like that?” He gave a small, almost embarrassed smile. “Silly of me not to introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Ronald O’Reilly. I was born in Ireland seven hundred and eighteen years ago.” I stared at him because he looked barely older than me. He had skin that was not pale in the way I expected and his eyes were deep and tired. “That is not possible,” I said. He chuckled softly. “It is possible and it is true,” he said. “You look confused. I will explain. Make yourself comfortable and I will tell you how you ended up here.”

He gave a sly grin, looked away and returned to sit back on his chair. Elena awkwardly rubbed her forehead. “Are you dating?” Johnny rubbernecked at her and Jane chuckled to hear that. “Just on and off for some couple months.” She looked at Johnny and gave some sweet pats on the man’s waist. Elena sighed and took a seat in a chair next to Johnny. ‘I know he admired Jane Dovey, even he kept her picture in his office room but…he really dated her? He’s younger ten years than my mommy…’

I was alive. I hear a laugh breaking through as the door flew open. I see Orlando walk in, sits by the corner with his legs on the table, as if he were waiting for a play to begin. He had a smudge smile plastered on his face, the type i saw the other day when i came to see him. He is a man that takes pleasure from other people’s pain. “Come on, wake up,” he said cheerfully, as if offering tea. “I promised you the truth.”

Olive’s left eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Why call me ‘idiot’?” “Oh, so you’re older than Lady Olive, Sir?” Oriana asked after changing her clothes in the woods. “Yes. I’m two years older than her. That makes me nine years older than you.” Oriana gasped. Nine years?! He looks like he’s twenty-one! “Y-you’re twenty-eight, Sir?!” Her eyes and mouth widened. “Yes, he is the old folk,” Olive stated with a teasing grin. “Who are you calling ‘old folk’?” He smiled and tilted his head. Knowing the meaning behind his smile, Olive faked a laugh.

Orlando breathed from beside me, tilting his head up to gaze at Flame “when we went to sleep, he was so young. All I heard was this screaming, and then I saw all his skin was stretching in weird directions. I thought he was Turning. It was frightening.” Had they been rapidly ageing their experiments in the Institute? He had been injected before I saved him, which was obvious by the needle marks down his arms. Now that he was away from the Institution, he would be able to age naturally; even though a few years had been snatched from him already. “As soon as we regroup, we need to find out what else he can do” Orlando glared at me “he could be dangerous. If he is, we can’t have him around us.”