Michael Clifford Age Novels & Stories

I almost choke on my own spit . That's right . She's 17 . I knew about it before , it must have slipped my mind . She's 17 and I'm 21 . It's not much of an age difference . And for someone immortal , age is just a number . However .. she's still quite young . " That makes you a pedophile . " Michael comments , rubbing on his chin as if he had a beard . He falsifies an expression of intellect , I'd like to punch that expression off of his face .

I quickly said. Clifford stared hard at him like he was studying the kid. Yes, he watched Caleb like a kid. I mean, Caleb is a kid where Clifford stands, because the guy is just twenty-one years old, and Clifford is in his thirties. He gave him a nod but did not shake his hand. "I’ll be in the car," he turned to me and said before leaving. The tension in the house was enough to set it on fire. "So you’re sleeping with your boss?" Caleb cut in.

He handed me a folder containing information about the person I had asked him to look into. "I already got some information about Tysha Clifford, Sir," he reported. Yes, I requested him to check Tysha’s background. I don’t know why. I guess I’m starting to go nuts. I quickly looked through the details, questioning why I had the urge to dig into Tysha's past. The reasons were still unclear, but the info in front of me showed a person leading what seemed like a regular life. Name: Tysha Clifford Age: 24 Graduate of: BS Education

“You’re sure? Okay, we’ll have to pay him a visit soon.” He hung up and turned to Regina, a flicker of hope in his eyes. “That was Clinton. He didn’t just find a lead- he found a location for Elias Clifford. He’s tucked away in a small town outside the city limits. Clinton thinks he’s been laying low ever since The People’s Watch was forced to close.” “We need to meet with him soon. What day is convenient for you?” Michael asked. “Wednesday is good, I have just one class in the morning. What about you?”

Famke giggled at their interactions. “I want to take Royal’s new girlfriend clubbing.” “Her name is Famke and you’re only nineteen. Can’t go to clubs until you’re twenty-one,” Cliff said as he flopped down in an armchair and kicked his feet up on an ottoman. He winked at Famke playfully. “I’m twenty-three!” she hissed furiously.

Jane asked him "What is your name?" He replied and said "Michael." Micheal Hill is 14years old. Born in Helen. Being 6.80 foot tall. With black low cut hair and he's slim.

Clifford couldn't help his curiosity when he noticed Archibald holding a child's hand. "Who is this boy, Mr. Shaw Senior?" he inquired. "This is Tris's child," Archibald replied proudly. "He's my great-grandson." Clifford quickly asked for his reading glasses. After putting them on, he exclaimed, "This boy looks just like Xav and Jerry when they were young!" Yvette's heart raced at his words. Thankfully, Michael chimed in and joked, "Mr. Lane Senior, please don't try to claim my grandson. My daughter gave birth to him. She doesn't know Mr. Lane."