Landon Clements Age Novels & Stories

He hadn't told me how old he is exactly but I figured like Carter, he's also centuries old. "I'm twenty-four." "Probably not in college anymore. Or do you still study?" "Working." Oh right. Working. He's an owner of many companies, Mom. He's a filthy rich vampire billionaire. I wanted to say that but I shut my mouth and hid a smile. "That's good. What's your job?" "I'm an executive in a company." "Heir of a company owner, perhaps?" Mom grinned. "You can say that." Landon smiled mischievously at me. If I have known, he reached the top of the business industry just because of himself.

He hadn't told me how old he is exactly but I figured like Carter, he's also centuries old. "I'm twenty-four." "Probably not in college anymore. Or do you still study?" "Working." Oh right. Working. He's an owner of many companies, Mom. He's a filthy rich vampire billionaire. I wanted to say that but I shut my mouth and hid a smile. "That's good. What's your job?" "I'm an executive in a company." "Heir of a company owner, perhaps?" Mom grinned. "You can say that." Landon smiled mischievously at me. If I have known, he reached the top of the business industry just because of himself.

I grinned at the other senior citizens sitting in front of him, who were also singing along and watching the other elderly dance. The good thing about these elderly is that they don't care about my past; perhaps they think they are too old to bully young people like me. Landon, who looks like he's in his 30's, shrugged, a scowl on his face, because of his father, who’s now eating sweets. He then informed me he was going outside to contact his wife and asked me to keep an eye on his father for a bit.

We’ve been inseparable ever since. Landon is a warm-hearted, loyal, and decisive man and one I need as my right hand. He’s tall, fit and striking with his light blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. He can pull it off with his Mediterranean sun-kissed skin. He has never told me his age but from our long talks, I know that he was around in the mid to late 1600s, especially when he talks about how lucky I am to be born in this century without not having to wear material as thick as carpet, pantaloons with stockings and outlandish feather hats.

Jameson says. “I feel like you’re exaggerating. There’s no way a 17 year old looks that scary. Show us a picture.” Cleo says, the disabelief evident in her features. “He’s 20 actually. He started school late and had to re-do a couple grades.” “Seems to be something you’re into,” Jameson says with a smirk. I give him a glare. “Wait, I still want a picture though. I’m curious.” Cleo whines at me.

A duffel bag hits the floor. I sit up fast. Landon stands in the entryway in his uniform, tan combat boots dusty, the fabric stretched across shoulders that look twice as broad as I remember. Four years. He's still twenty-six. No, thirty? Time got weird. His face is sharper, his jaw carved from stone, and a new scar cuts through his left eyebrow. Dog tags rest in the dip of his collarbone. “Annabelle,” he says. His voice is rougher, like it’s been dragged through sand.

“Plus, it's pretty evident on your face.” I say nothing but merely smile. Landon's eyes are no longer smiling, now it seems a bit guilty. “Get me the usual, please. A lemonade for me and another chocolate milkshake.” Riley looks between us, she nods when she senses something is up. But she smiles at me. “Good to meet you, Brooklyn.” I smile back. She trudges away. I watch her walk away so I don't have to look at Landon. “I'm sorry.” He's quick to say. “I should have told you about my baby sister. Maddison is also eighteen —will soon be and she has been away for a few months. She should be back next week or so.”

Landon snapped his fingers in front of their faces. They both shook their gaze away and everyone chuckled. “This here is Kendrick Daniels, my Gamma,” Landon said, pointing at him. He gave me Timothee Chalamet vibes but with light brown hair, blue eyes, way taller, and a lean body. I shook his hand and felt him shiver from the contact.

“I know your parents. Well, knew them… I guess. Sorry. I was really sad to hear about your dad.” “Thanks,” Cadon said, not really wanting to think about that at the moment. Landry looked like he was about the same age as Cadon, but that could be really deceiving, especially when it came to Guardians. They aged so slowly. Cadon and his dad looked like they could’ve been brothers.

Landon smacked Aiden's head and their parents laughed at the scene unfolding in their eyes. Landon Wisteria took interest in guns at a young age and dreamed to be a soldier serving and protecting the country and he was now a first lieutenant while his wife, Bella was a Neurologist. "hey you know I was just kidding when I said that you didn't have to smack me you know?" Aiden grumbled while rubbing his head, he then noticed that Bella was smiling while looking at them and so he straightened his back and asked Bella, "Was my nephew begun to move now?"