Jon Zimmer Jr Age Novels & Stories

A small head appeared and said, “Papa Puzzle? Can Joen come in?” Zavier's grim face immediately brightened at the sight of the cute little head that appeared behind the large door. “Come in, dear...” Little Joen stepped quietly into the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his wheelchair-bound father. Without hesitation, he immediately ran over to Zavier and hugged him tightly. “Can Joen sit on Papa Puzzle's lap?” he asked in a spoiled tone. Zavier smiled gently, nodding slowly. “Sure, sweetheart. Come here.” Zavier patted his numb leg.

Ice-blue eyes slowly raked over my look, deciding that he liked it if that glint in his eyes was any indication. I felt like I was being pulled into a vortex where nothing else existed. What the fuck was up right now? An arm wrapped around my shoulders, breaking me away from the stare-off with the new guy. “Hey, you,” I said, smiling up at my cousin Zion. Zion was Uncle Jackson’s son. He was about a year younger than me, but nobody would guess that. He was about six inches taller than me and was built like a beast. He could easily pass for nineteen.

He promptly shut it, feeling mildly embarrassed. “How-how old are you, big brother?” he blurted, unable to contain his curiosity. Yeonho raised an unimpressed brow. “Big brother?” he scoffed. “How old are you?” “Twen-” Zane barely resisted slapping himself. You have amnesia, you fool. “Uh… I don’t recall,” he said quickly, chuckling awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck. Yeonho didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press. “I’m twenty-two,” he muttered, already returning to his food.

Was that Jepherson? The joy on her face disappeared instantly. "Zorion." Deanna called out. She looked down with a sad expression. Didn't Madam Lilian say she was going to introduce her to everyone? What was going on? At that time, Zorion noticed the person in front of him. It was Jepherson Richards, also known as Mr. Richards. Zorion didn't hesitate and quickly blocked Jepherson's way. Although he was shorter than Jepherson, he had inherited his parents' good genes. He was already more than six feet tall at the age of nineteen.

He said while observing Zoey's expression, "Zoey, don't worry, as long as you give birth to a boy, the Maddox Group will be left to your and Gilberto's son!" Zoey felt particularly nauseous and set down her fork. "You're already 80 years old, and in 20 years when you hand it over to my son, you'll be 100 years old. A 100-year-old chairman, that's truly unheard of and unseen!" "Do you think I gave up the position of chairman too late?" Zackary was very dissatisfied with Zoey's sarcasm. Zoey smirked, "It's not too late. By the time you live to be 110, my son will only be 30. You better find a way to stay forever young, who knows, this country might just be yours!"

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.

Wincy Burton came over and slammed her hands on Zach's desk. She was really bold. "Zach Jardin, twenty-six years old, godson adopted by Hayson Jent. "You sponsored a pretty student from a music academy, and she somehow died at a ski resort last year after an argument with you.

RIDING THE BAD BOY ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS ZAYLA The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.

He replied focusing on the TV screen and choosing his football club. OK, sorry for keeping you in the dark. My name is Rotimi Williams, also known as Zeus. I am sure you would have known most details about me from Action god stories, but that was 5 years ago. Now I am 22 years old. I have been living in the city of New York for the past five years. Jackson is the son of my neighbor. He is a 7 year old boy who loves playing with me. He comes every weekend to play games on my PS10 game console. He is quite Intelligent for his age and he is a real gamer.

Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black. "His codename is Zeke." Mr. Black turned towards the tanned boy with butterscotch brown hair, he had childishness written all over his face. "Ah and this fellow here is Jay. Don't be fooled by his face, he's already 22. I once thought that he was still in high school when we did the interview." Avyanna slightly raised an eyebrow. Oh, she actually thought he was underage. "He's best in any kind of guns-"