Middle-aged Novels & Stories

Adrian nodded, indicating that everything Celene hypothesized was correct. "Please, you're only twenty-seven. You're still really young." "One's reflexes and thinking capabilities are in their prime when they're between seventeen to twenty-two. After that, their reflexes, thinking capabilities, and agility will all slowly decline. I really am getting old, so it's time I pass on this opportunity to the youngsters." "Are you saying that I'm old too? I'm currently twenty-two, which means I'll be twenty-four by the time I participate in the test. Doesn’t this mean I'm completely out of the running then?" Celene asked.

"Well then I feel much older than my years." We're quiet for a few minutes before Riley speaks again. "My dad's older than you and Mom." "Is that right? How old is he, Sprite?" There's an edge to her voice, like she's trying to tell me something important, but I'm not sure what it is. "He's forty-two," she says with such clarity it strikes me as odd. "He went through a mid-life crisis at forty and he didn't want us anymore."

By the time Frank finally stopped laughing, he appeared to have decided that somebody needed to defend the honor of men over thirty before Maddie succeeded in single-handedly destroying an entire demographic. “I completely reject your argument,” he announced, pointing his beer bottle at her like a lawyer preparing a closing statement. “A man's thirties are when he actually enters his prime, because by that point he has a career, experience, financial stability, emotional maturity, and a much clearer understanding of what he wants out of life, which puts him in an entirely different category from a twenty-two-year-old who still thinks eating instant noodles at midnight counts as a personality

“That’s why I stopped wasting time on social media years ago. It’s a black hole for your focus.” “No wonder you’re ahead of the curve at 30,” I said, impressed. He laughed. “And you? You don’t look a day over 35.” “Flattery will get you nowhere,” I teased. “I’m 49. Got married young, though. Life has a way of teaching you lessons early when you jump into things too fast.” Alex nodded thoughtfully. “Thirty feels like a good age. Old enough to have learned some hard truths but young enough to keep dreaming.”

I quickened my pace, joining others in trooping into the building. After lectures, I went to a pharmacy to get Mammà’s supplements. Apparently, she'd entered menopause—a fact that took me by surprise since she was only forty-three. But I needed not to shake…much. If I could remember my middle school science classes clearly, forty-five was the average age for menopause. Some women began theirs earlier. So, there. Mammà was normal. A teeny weeny part of me teared up though. The reason being that Mammà was getting old. I got the items and headed home. Mammà wasn't in her room, so I placed the medication on her bed. As it was almost six, I guessed she was with the chef.

It's a girl's night out and she doesn't want to ruin it with work. They danced and drank the night away, after passing the age of 25, they enjoyed a girls night out even more than before. They've matured enough to care for themselves when they drank too much, they didn't go out to impress anymore but rather to enjoy each other's company. To enjoy the moment and celebrate life as ordinary and as beautiful as it really is.

Mary. Middle age was suiting Mrs. Mary rather well. As a teen, she had been all over the map, in and out of the Academy, new subjects every couple of years. Her late twenties brought her the love of her life, and soon came children. Now in her forties, she's a picture of contentment. Sure life has its challenges, but she's stable, giving a strong base for those who depend on her. Jaden was still standing at the front of the classroom, waiting for an introduction from Mrs. Mary, when his gaze lands on someone, in the front row. "Roselyn!" He muttered with his mouth wide open...

The middle-aged woman's face darkened, and she chided, “kid, are you blind? Can't you see me and my husband are here already? Or, we are too little in your eyes for you to consider us” Miles's body stiffened, the middle-aged man added “kids of these days, should learn how our ancestors did things, you should regard aged ones like us so that you could receive the blessings of longevity” Miles' face stiffened, and he mumbled sorry and stepped out of the office, he waited patiently outside the doctor's office door, until the couple exited the door. He rushed in the moment the couple stepped, the middle-aged

Hearing this, the middle-aged men sighed and told Lucas and Emily where the Mayor was. Immediately, Lucas and Emily slowly walked towards a certain direction. Not long after, Lucas and Emily found the Mayor. The Mayor was a 40 to 48 year old middle-aged man. At the moment, he was frowning. ... Lucas looked at the middle-aged man in front of him indifferently and said, "Are you the Mayor?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly raised his Patriarch and looked at Lucas and Emily. "You... you!" The Mayor did not finish his sentence. But he had already thought of som

"Do you mean that I'm old?" She pulled a wry face. "I didn't say that you were old. I just mean that men in their thirties are not as energetic as when they are in their twenties. Thus, you can' think that you're only thirty years old and still young. You need to take care of yourself. It's for your own good. Do you understand?"