Men Him Hum Owe Age Novels & Stories

a middle-aged human asks me. “Yes,” I reply. “He looks much older than you.” “He is a little,” I admit, “but not by much.” “You are what? Fifteen? And he’s easily in his thirties.” “I’m twenty,” I lie. ‘He’s twenty-eight.” All I know about humans is what I’ve learned in books, from the internet, and on the television. I know they frown on relationships with a big age gap. It’s not that strange in our world, but it rubs the humans the wrong way. and I have to choose my words very carefully.

"Oh, it wouldn't work for you anyway." "And why not?" "Remember, I was a 20 year old male." "So I'm a 27 year old female, and...?" "For all men, there is one ultimate incentive, and at 20 years old, it's more incentivizing than ever." "What the hell are you talking about," she said, frustrated. "Can't you just tell me?"

Cash said, like it was a fact. “No. I've looked 24 for 20 years. So technically I am 44.” A thought just grabbed and threw realization to me. “Wait, so I would be older than you! Ha ha.” Laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world to me, Cash managed a grin. “I don’t know why you find that so funny.” He said trying to play it cool. “Because, I am your elder! Which means, you should show me more respect!” I responded, laughing harder.

Such a random question. “I want to know, or do you prefer we sit and wait for your meal in silence?” “Twenty-one. You’re over three hundred years old, right?” Every human had a different age for him, as we didn’t know the exact one, but it was certainly over one hundred. “No, I’m way younger than that. Two hundred and five.” “Whoa! Yeah, you’re definitely younger.” He grinned at my sarcastic reply, looking more attractive, with a peek of his fangs showing.

his mental maybe has the same age as Lucy. Unbelievable!

“You’re a liability!” Murphey screamed at me from across his desk, slamming his fist against the mahogany. He ran a hand through his thinning hair. Murphey was in his fifties, but the stress of the job had made him age significantly. At first glance, he could be someone in their seventies. I just stared at him.

I questioned. “Lifetime health insurance for my family.” Was he being serious? “Do you realize that these people are mafia lords? Do you really think they'd care about your family after you're gone?” “We signed a contract and they always abide by their contract.” A frown settled on my face as I stared at him. I walked towards his file and opened to his personal information. This guy was 27 years old…how was he so dumb? I turned back to him, “I'm sorry but, how long have you been a rookie?”

"I'll surely pay your money back, Ice Pick. Just extend the time a little bit. I'll surely pay you. I promise with my life" a rich man in his late forties knelt down with a pleading eye in the front of a cold looking but handsome guy of twenty five years old who is not ready to accept the old man pleas. "Your life isn't worth my money, Johnson" the younger man bent down to the older man level. "We had an agreement. You know that, right" he continued as he stood up.

Smiling faintly, Dunley said to the man, "You'll fall in love at 20, get married at 25, have a child at 30, rise to the position of CEO at 35, become fabulously wealthy by the time you're 40, and at 41… You'll find yourself a beautiful mistress. Hahaha." Startled, the man protested in fury, "But I'm already 45 years old this year, and I'm still a bachelor! I have no wife or mistress to speak of, nor have I become fabulously wealthy in any way." He was 45 years old? Dunley was a little taken aback. The man looked to be only in his early 30s to him.