Middle-aged Novels & Stories

Hearing the words, middle-aged man, Natalie couldn't stand it anymore. When it came to John's age, he could be regarded as a middle-aged uncle. However, he had always been popular, and he was favored by God. Although he was in his thirties, he didn't look old at all. Therefore, no one regarded him as a middle-aged man on the streets or in the company. However, he said that he was a middle-aged old man. Natalie couldn't help laughing. With a smile, her body softened, and John took the opportunity to carry her back onto the bed. When he pounced on her, he said softly,

“Mummy misses your daddy dearly, but your daddy is not replying to my messages. I’ve given him a second chance, but it looks like he isn’t interested. “He doesn’t want us anymore. Don’t worry though. Mummy is filthy rich. I even have all your daddy’s assets. I’m fully capable of taking care of you all on my own. Maybe we can even look for a new dad for you. “I heard that men would look much older after they’re close to their 30s. Why don’t Mummy look for someone who’s in their early 20s? How about that?” Just as Maia finished, a terrifying voice came from her back, “Don’t you dare!”

"Why? What made you bring it up?” The woman in front of him exhaled. Changing her sitting position, which was originally quite upright, now becomes slouched and looks not enthusiastic at all. For a woman in her mid-thirties, Liana looks more expressive than other women in her age range—because usually, women who are in their mid-thirties or turning forty tend to be less expressive, although this obviously cannot be used as a benchmark, because again on the personality of each person. And of course, his age shows that there are advantages and of course disadvantages to the attitude he displays.

Dakota smiled. Maxwell continued, "Anyway, the pics that I have are women mostly in their thirties to fifties. The reason for that is that this age of woman has had time to let her body grow, have children, or just the beauty of ageing. Now, I'm not talking about someone who is covered in wrinkles or a woman who has rolls or bags of sagging flesh, because she hasn't taken care of herself. I just find the body of a mature woman a thing of beauty, a work of art if you will. Does that make sense to you?"

Faye said in an uneasy tone, hastily moving away from Miranda. Miranda was a middle-aged woman around 40 years old. She was already slightly out of shape and had begun to gain the extra weight that tended to come with middle age. She could not help being envious and jealous of Faye when she saw how young, slim, and beautiful she was. She said, “Faye, I looked about the same as you 20 years ago. I had a good figure and looked pretty. My skin was unblemished and youthful. What a shame that time and tide wait for no man.”

It wasn't even that late, only about 9 PM. "You'll break it in soon enough, once you get that IUD. Best decision I ever made. Your appointment's tomorrow, right?" Jenna asked. "Yep," I replied, focusing on the road. "And don't bring up the whole kids thing for a few years. Hit him with it in his late thirties—that's when the midlife crisis will kick in, and he'll want to leave his mark on the world." I couldn't help but laugh at her advice. "So, now you're a drunk philosopher-slash-psychologist?"

"That old man won't surely mind. It's his suggestion to let Maezy hire a driver." I didn't know why the word "old" stung my heart. His portrait in their room then sailed in my thoughts. No matter how many times I thought about it, he never looked old. He was still at the prime of his life, oozing with sexiness in his mid-thirties. Not only that, he even possessed the qualities of my dream man!

He runs a hand over his face and reaches for his cup of coffee, taking a sip. "Can't believe we are all grown like this, man. We've all just passed the playing around stage and got into the real deal. What the elderly call life." "Yeah.." i stare at the wall. Every one of us is now working, it will be hard to see each other often because we'll all be busy with workload and in different cities. The old young us are starting to fade, I've noticed that recently. That whole excitement for clubbing and partying has started wearing off. It's becoming boring and irrelevant for everyone. I guess it all comes with the age.

The only good thing was the activities from the day didn’t leave him awake for long before he would fall asleep. One of Adam’s reservations in choosing to stay as a disciple was his age; he wondered if he would be able to integrate with the younger generation but to his surprise, he found that he wasn’t the only mature aged person in the group. There were others in the same age group, some who were going through mid-life crisis, some who were pursing something they wanted to do all their life but didn’t have the luxury of time and others who wanted to challenge themselves in their retirement phase.

"Everyone, it's raining. You should go and not catch a cold. "As for what Mrs. Johansen said, I won't take it to heart. Getting angry with someone so lacking in manners isn't worth my time. "We middle-aged women may not be young or beautiful anymore, but we know how to enjoy life better than the young. The hardships of youth are meant to be exchanged for a better life in middle age." Applause broke out. Someone shouted, "Well said. Getting old isn't a sin. We shouldn't be demeaned by our own kind."