Landon Clements Age の小説・ストーリー

In human age, I guess they are around early thirties or something near that. "I'm so glad that you came, Landon," the man said and the way he smiled at Landon gave me an idea that they had long knew each other. They are probably centuries old or something since even though Landon did not mention how long exactly he had been around in the world, he said the phrase 'for a while', and I know what exactly that means because Carter had also told me that.

“I’ve moved into man status.” “Yes, I’m glad to hear that.” “It’s my nephew, Landon. He’s this little football player.” Stephen lowers his voice. “He’s only like ten or eleven months—not quite a year—and he has all these adorable wrinkles on his chubby arms and legs. His dad thinks he’s going to be an offensive lineman. But little Landon and I had a talk.” “Oh no.”

Johny Enderson said unhappily: "Luna , you better not know what's good for you." "You're right, I just don't know what's good for me. Heh, was I just born today? I am already 22 years old and only now people say that they want me to recognize their ancestors? Don't you think that's funny? What have you been doing? What did you say when my mother came to hand me over to you? "

The room is predictably split on the idea. “WHAT?!” Aidan yells. “What an excellent idea,” Landon says with a smile. “I’m surprised that you’re interested in dating, but I’m happy for you.” “You want to start dating already?” asks Ryan. “Isn’t it a little too soon? I mean, I feel like you’ve only just gotten your health back.” “The kids are six years old, Ryan. Would you rather she waited until they’re sixty to find a husband?” Eamon deadpans.

Ricci’s chest heaved, the knife shaking in his grip as Landon’s calm voice pressed in on him. “Twenty-three?” Landon guessed, his tone steady, probing. Ricci’s jaw clenched tight. “Shut up.” “Not twenty-three,” Landon said, his eyes narrowing. “You look younger than that. Twenty then. You look it.” Ricci’s pulse hammered in his ears. “I said shut up.” Landon kept his voice even, refusing to back off. “No? Twenty?” he pressed. “That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

"Why are you whoring around? You're a great-looking guy with so much to offer a lady." "Too much effort." Clint pulled out of Jake's hold. "Why? Kari got a sister?" He laughed and ran toward the door, slipping out before Jake could reach him. The little shit needed to be tossed around the yard a little. Both of them did. It had been too long. "Does she, though?" Landon moved up and pressed his hand against the window, looking out to the backyard. "I think Clint would do good to settle down." "So would you." Jake reached over and squeezed his brother's shoulder. "Clint is still in college. It's going to be awhile for him. He's still dying his damn hair, which looks ridiculous."

He also grew a few inches high. “That’s because you’ve been asleep for years and I am currently 18 years of age… you missed the coronation day wherein my parents officially crowned me as our kingdom’s heir prince,” he said. “Then I guess I am also 18 years old now, and that means, my coming-of-age ceremony will be held,” I said, then he nodded. “When will it be held?” I asked them. “Tomorrow,” Leo said, then I smirked. “My seclusion is done… prepare for my arrival and claim what’s mine,” I told them.

In human age, I guess they are around early thirties or something near that. "I'm so glad that you came, Landon," the man said and the way he smiled at Landon gave me an idea that they had long knew each other. They are probably centuries old or something since even though Landon did not mention how long exactly he had been around in the world, he said the phrase 'for a while', and I know what exactly that means because Carter had also told me that.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, the smoke curling around his jaw, making the tattoos on his neck shift when he spoke. "You’re late." "I had class," I muttered, crossing my arms. "Some of us actually go to school, you know." Landon had graduated years ago when Leo and I were still in high school. At twenty-six, he had two degrees in Business Administration and Criminal Justice, but I guess he didn’t need them much seeing as he'd be taking over the Brotherhood leadership once his father retired. "You want me to teach you how to make my brother fall for you, and you’re starting with that fucking attitude?"

If any one of them leaked, he would be publicly humiliated. Preston had wandered over to take a peek, only to be yelled at by Cornelius. "Back off!" Then, Cornelius turned to Landon, his cheeks twitching in anger. "W-What do you want to do?" "Grandpa, you're really something. You're still a casanova at this age, just as charming as you used to be." Landon took a cigarette out of the box and shoved it between his lips. Jordan immediately helped light the cigarette.