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 does look handsome but sadly his personality stinks. "Oh my. You can talk." He mused and shook his head with a smile. Was she joking? No. "I can. Now if you can excuse me." She said sternly and tried to walk past him but he blocked her way again. "What's the rush?" He asked while wiggling his brows. Though Landon was of her age, due to his utterly ridiculous performance in academics he failed, TWICE! So he was still in his sophomore year. Not even his money was able to promote him. But he was excellent in sports, perhaps a well-known Jock.

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.

His fashion sense has never been the best, but the quality is impeccable. Landon always complains about how he isn't very strong, or attractive as the other males he went to school with. He's a little too skinny, his eyes are sometimes too lifeless, and his hair never stays in one place for very long. Popular or not, I see Landon as an extremely generous, sweet guy who's ego isn't related to the size of his biceps.

"Come on, let's not talk about my life after college! We're here to celebrate my birthday. Aren't we?" Aileen laughed. "Yes, yes! Happy twenty two years of existence, lovely Aleira!" "I thought Travis will come? Got tired of him?" Landon asked me, smiling. "Oh, don't mention it. I don't need a crazy and jealous boyfriend. Will I be banned from going out tonight! E 'di goodbye!"

They already explained everything to me, but it still hasn’t sunk in. “You couldn’t reach your wolf because it is not time yet…” Ryler said, once again stealing my attention back to him. “W-What?” I asked, confused. “Your real birthdate is March 16, 2006, not April 1, 2005,” Clemento revealed.

The head was swollen, a deep pink, and there was a shiny bead of pre-cum right at the slit, catching the dim light from his bedside lamp. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in the doorway, my pulse thumping in my ears. Wayne and I? We weren't tight or anything. He was nineteen, a year ahead of me in school, always strutting around like he owned the place with his shaggy brown hair and that cocky half-smile he flashed at girls. Me? Landon, eighteen, just trying to blend in.

I did find a few affairs that Landon had, but my guess of him being a playboy was wrong. There were numerous articles entailing his feud with his brother, Paul Scotts was the mortal enemy of the three handsome billionaire brothers. Two of them were married, making Landon the most eligible bachelor in the country. He never lost a case in his life, making him the youngest most successful lawyer at the age of thirty. Just then my doorbell rings, it’s probably Jimmy, he wanted to discuss something important. I opened the door and welcomed him in with his girlfriend, Elisa. She was supporting him through this misery.

"Lukan, huh?" Lukan nod his head and pushes the other plate that is for Klyde to eat. "Yeah." He shortly replied to him before stuffing a pancake with fried scrambled egg inside his mouth. "I'm Klyde McMarrow and I also guess that I have nothing else to do but accept you here." He chuckled and eat with him. "How old are you?" Lukan asked after swallowing he chews. "I'm 15 years old. But I've been alone all along so I feel like I'm 30 years old something." He humored and grab a mug from the tray and pour some hot water in it.

The receptionist dialed Executive Secretary Guy Smith’s number and said, “Mr Williams is here to see the President.” A few minutes later, Clement was ushered to President Saxon's office. Clement was shocked when he saw that President Saxon was even younger than him. He greeted him with respect and said, “Sir, my name is Clement Williams, and I am currently in Grade 12. I am sorry for budging in your company without making an appointment. Sir, my dream is to become the best photographer in the industry. However, my parents can’t afford to send me to university. I have applied for bursaries, but my applications came back unsuccessful.