Middle-aged Novels & Stories

“Mr. Black, there is some problem downstairs at the office and you are wanted.” Adam sighed and got up. “Thank you, mom, Isabella. This may take a while I'm afraid, so you too enjoy each other's company I'll be back after some time.” As he disappeared through the fence doors, Mrs. Black sniffed disapprovingly. “Business as always., Adam is thirty two years old and all he has to do is work his ass of for the silly company ! His father was a settled family man long since at his age." “People are marrying very late these days, you know.” Isabella pointed out hiding a smile at the reference to Adam. “Adam still has plenty of time to start a family.”

No other man will have you. Mel suddenly felt invested, “How old are you again? Forty-six? You should get married and have a child before you turn fifty. Even that is quite late already. When your child turns twenty, you’ll be seventy. Would you still have the energy to guide your kids at that age?” “Pops is almost ninety and yet he can still scold me. I’ll probably live as long as him.” Mel isn’t convinced. “Your pops probably took good care of himself, especially his health. Oh…”

I explained, “but I’ll try my best. What’s your age preference?” “I wouldn’t want there to be more than five years between us.” He nodded, “I wouldn’t have agreed to such a gap in my twenties, though.” “Mid-thirties is ideal for increasing the gap. Maturity levels become more constant.” I explained, “How do you feel?” “A lot lighter.” He chuckled, “You’ve no idea how much easier you’ve made life for me.” “I’m glad.” I smiled at him and patted his forearm, “Shall we finish our meal?”

I just had to. "Hey, let them be." He scoffed. "You would say that, of course." He tapped the table lightly, getting my attention. "I'm truly sorry, I'll work on it." "Let's hope you honor these words." "I will. Happy birthday." "Thank you," I raised the coffee mug to him in cheers. "How does it feel to be thirty?" "Old." "Don't insult me. I'm thirty-five and I feel pretty young." "Yeah, well, old people are only referred to as old by young people. Maybe, that's why you don't feel old."

I said, reaching for the breadbasket and yanking it toward me with unnecessary force. He cast me a bored look, “You're practically giving yourself away.” “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, shoving half a breadstick into my mouth. “I’m too busy enjoying this exquisite display of your midlife crisis.” The girl gasped. “Midlife crisis? He’s only Twenty-five!” “Exactly,” I deadpanned, gesturing to the two of them. “The crisis starts now. You’re exhibit A.” “You’re drunk,” he said simply.

Moreover, Matilda was deeply touched by Yolden's thoughtful and considerate actions. Upon returning to Oskia and teaching at Senior University, Matilda had interacted with many middle-aged and elderly individuals and observed their relationships. From her perspective, most elderly couples in Oskia rarely concluded things with marriage. Instead, they often resembled business negotiations, with both sides listing their respective conditions and amicably deciding to become companions if the terms aligned. However, for the sake of their own or their children's reputations, few would choose to marry or hold a wedding ceremony.

Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one."

Isaac was three and a half, no longer a baby but not quite a little boy yet. And Riley herself was changing. Gray hairs she didn't bother covering anymore. Fine lines around her eyes. Her body different than it had been at twenty-eight. She wasn't old, but she wasn't young either. "Mom's having a midlife crisis," she told Samuel that evening. "You're thirty-five. That's not midlife." "It feels like midlife. I look at photos from when we met and I barely recognize myself." "That's because you were terrified and hiding then. Now you're confident and present."

Meredith was taken aback by his answer. “I am. But the mind if taken care of doesn’t deteriorate like one would assume. A ninety year old is much wiser in pursuit than a thirty year old. As one grows old they learn from their experiences, failures, successes; life. The body of a thirty year old would have more stamina and endurance to withstand the effects of aging on the body. Even with a healthy routine there are some things that age pulls at like gravity. Having the body of a thirty year old would give more energy to use the mind of a ninety year old.”

“Back in the day, how old were you? And how old are you now? You’re not 21 anymore, and you certainly don’t party as often as you used to. Stop pretending you’re still in your prime.” Haley was 31 and considered herself well into adulthood, while Helen, at 28, was approaching her thirties. They weren’t in their early twenties anymore, when energy seemed endless and recovery was quick. With busy schedules and slower metabolisms, their bodies didn’t bounce back like they used to. Helen fixed her hair, trying to regain her composure. “I’m still young! The itinerary for today stays the same. We’ll head out after breakfast.” Haley shook her head, knowing there was no point arguing.