Middle-aged Novels & Stories

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.”

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...

"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?"

There are mischievous things that you can't do at the age of 21 which are meant to be done at the age of 16 or 18. It's just like that, its life but some people don't want to understand this point. 23 years is a great age to be especially when you are girl, it's the most precious time to either go mature or proceed with the teen mentality. Some people, see the age 23 as the best stage make life related decisions like wanting stable relationships, and making decisions of what to do to be become what you want in life, finding a purpose that can earn you trillions dollars to have the perfect dream life you've always wanted to own...that's how I feel!

So that when there are people who are mature in age but mentally not. Being wise is something great because it's not easy to do that and not all parents can afford to be like that "By the way.... what are we going to do on birthdays? Are we just going through the day as usual?" "Tomorrow, you and I will work as usual and have dinner as usual too. the difference is tomorrow I'll be a year older hehehe." Baby rolled his eyes, laughing. 25 is the age that Baby thinks is an adult and doesn't want to have to celebrate her birthday.

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, and it definitely isn’t going anywhere. I could never be a cougar.” She shuddered. “Though, I am happy that he’s taking you.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Giving off the older man vibes but still young enough to have plenty of mileage left? Chef’s kiss, I say.” I blinked. “Mileage… What?” She laughed. “They say once a guy hits his forties or so, you have to worry about his back going out. Better start enjoying all the benefits of youth: great back, quick recovery time, eagerness, so much to learn, high sex drive—“

I said to him in disbelief but his grin widened, he wasn't even offended by my remarks. "Oh please, if only you knew how good matured girls when it comes to sex. I love it when my fiancee takes control of my body, they can last up to four to five rounds compared to young girls who don't even know how to suck." Mason said laughing and I couldn't help but also laugh at what he said, I knew what he was saying was true. It seems that apart from Mason, I can no longer remember the persons that I had sex with the same age, almost all of them are in their late twenties or thirties. "Have you tried older men?" Mason asked with a curious tone of his voice. I looked at Mason and smirked at him.