Kat Stickler Age Novels & Stories

Katherine pov Is it really necessary, Mom? I can't just show up to a gathering where I'm not invited, end of story. Kat, can you stop being so dramatic? My friends are bringing their kids, she said with a smile, her face adorned with some oddly applied makeup. I'm not a child, Mom. Kat is 25, and I'm not going. Don't you understand? I snapped, rummaging through my worn-out wardrobe. I had tossed everything around yesterday looking for my crop top but couldn't find it.

She said, making me smirk. “Yup, she is,” I replied back as Kataleya shook her head. “Sky, you can’t keep eyeing up everyone.” She whispers as if someone might hear. “How old is she?” Skyla asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively, making me snicker. “Too old for you. Turn eighteen first. Plus, I don’t think she’s into girls.” I pointed out. Skyla shrugged, dropping onto her stomach.

His grey eyes for his age still had so much life and his full red lips can make you forget whatever you’re supposed to be doing. “I’ll take that as a no then.” He replies, a self-satisfactory smirk appearing on his face and Karen can’t tell if she wants to slap it off or kiss it off. “I’m not saying you’re not old, I just think your age doesn’t tell on you.” She admits, “How old are you again? Forty?” The smirk on his face disappears, and she smirks at his displeasure. “I’m thirty-six, not forty.” She shrugs, “Still close.” and gets down from her stool and walks to the door. “You should change and get going. Do you need a walking stick?”

"Thank you so much and I also hope that I get to see him soon." She folded the paper and tucked it into her jean pocket. She didn't want to lose the paper. She went back to her dorm room and she took out her planner and checked the first thing on her list. She changed into her comfy clothes and she opened the paper. She saw his face and she was giddy. The paper read, Aron Lanista, twenty-six years old. Alissa thought about it, she was six years older than her, but technically five when her birthday came, she would be twenty-one. Unless his birthday had not yet come to.

Stoll is little impatience today “I am not that close to him just come to the point” Keller felt something wrong but now she wants his help “just say if he has any girl he likes and how I can impress him make him fall for me” Stoll again try to make her understand “Keller you are 27 this year you can’t fool around like this” with wronged tone Keller replied back “brother you are 35 this year and didn’t have a single female around you at least I have a boyfriend and a boy who I love”

“How old are you?” “Twenty five.” I reply. He raises an eyebrow. “If I'm not mistaken you’re November Starkey, and I know she’s Nineteen.” I frown. “Who?” I stifle a yawn. “I’ve never heard of that bitch in my entire life. Who’s November?” “I’m sorry,” he says, leaning away from the counter. “You might have gotten into the club via your social status, but I won’t be responsible for underage drinking.”

"Jonathan was a rebel at school. I don't think the kid would be able to beat him." "Being a rebel was just his former glory. Now he's around 28 years old, while the kid is only about 19 and is in peak condition. It's impossible for him to lose to Jonathan!" … Charlotte had no idea about the online frenzy. She was sitting nervously at a spot near the window. Suddenly, the door chime jingled, and she turned to look over at it.

He disappeared into the kitchen. I sat comfortably, crossing my long legs. Marcy kept staring at me—admiration written all over her face. I scoffed. "Stop staring, kid. I know what you're thinking. I don't do underaged girls." She exploded. "UNDERAGED?! I'm twenty-nine!" I smirked. "Old enough to be my child. I'm not your mate, kid." She glared. "Oh yeah? How old are you? You look twenty-five. Maybe thirty."

"Hey, it's completely normal for women your age to have physical needs. But come on, hold off for a bit until I ..." Calista let out a cold laugh and gave Lucian a solid kick, sending him tumbling to the ground. Her age? Seriously, what about her age? She was just 25, and she'd be turning 26 in October. The biggest jerk Calista had ever encountered in her life was Lucian. Mid-sentence, Lucian suddenly felt weightless and tumbled to the ground. Acting on instinct, he protected the stuffed toy in his arms, using his body as a protective cushion.

Milo, 27, Oxford professor now, 6'4, strawberry tie, via video, shouted "NO! Not another Carter! Too many Carters! Too many Roses! I say No!" Biscuit cat, now 6 years old, in tiny strawberry pajamas size cat, with 3 kittens now cats in tiny pajamas size cats, sneezed from kindergarten mold.