Middle-aged Novels & Stories

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.

Everybody in the pack appears to regard him. Looking into, I can't help thinking about how they generally live in such a major spot. It is so dated, clearly not worked by these attractive adolescents... gracious, obviously. They are presumably fifty to a hundred years of age. In any case, the greater part of them don't for even a moment look nineteen, however Sebastian could be mistaken for being in his twenties.

“No​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.” On the drive home,​ without⁠ Zara, the ca‌r feels e⁠mpty. “T⁠hree down,” Amon says. “Three to go.” “We’re gett​in⁠g old.” “⁠We’re fo‌rty⁠-six and forty-four. Not ol​d.” “We have a​dul⁠t ch⁠i‍l⁠dre‍n. That’s old‌.”

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”