Mina Moon Age Novels & Stories

" John has the ability to enter dreams and all that, he doesn't have the ability to delete memories ... " The blond-haired woman entered the room with a glass of juice on the table and Renee smiled drowsily, "Mira?" The maid smiled, "It's me, Madam Luna." She sat down with a clear frown "Don't call me that!" She objected to lowering her gaze to the ground shyly. The little girl Mira was seventeen years old, and had very soft features starting from her small lips and wide eyes. Black with thick eyelashes and a medium-sized nose with long blond hair

Justin was going to ask why but Liam answered. "The room is soundproof and I locked the door because I didn't want anyone walking in on us unannounced." Liam elucidated. "I'm Madison, I'm thirteen, will be fourteen next month." The happy girl bowed, making both Justin and Mila laugh. "And I'm Liam, fifteen, will be sixteen October." He winked at Justin who was certain he turned jelly instantly. "Oh wow, that's awesome! Justin's birthday is October too!" Mila and her smart mouth yelled.

Luna Clair explained further. "I see. How old is she?" I asked further, trying to make small conversation to pass by time and to make sure they won´t notice that Gavin and I weren´t together last night. "One year younger than us, 17. I´m looking forward to hanging out with her, and I hope I can take you away from Gavin so we can all hang out together." She smiled sheepishly, wiggling her eyebrows "That would be nice." I smiled back at her. "What´s that, forming a new gang, The Brats´ Club?" The Gamma asked, his forehead creased and annoyance plastered on his face.

I descended the vehicle and followed her. "We'd trek a little. My house isn't far from here," she said. "Okay." "Please forgive my manners! I didn't introduce myself. I'm Maureen." "Ohh... What a lovely name!" she smiled broadly at me. "How old are you? You look very young!" she asked. "I'm nineteen." "Wow! You're young. And, also beautiful." she said playfully. She's a cheerful person. "Thank you." I was forced to smile.

I sent her mother a reassuring smile. “Really, Mummy?” She looked up at her mum with wide, curious eyes. The young woman smiled and nodded at her daughter, “Luna Sophia is right.” “How old are you, Amara?” Her eyes held a sense of wonder that could only be seen in a child her age, I missed that sense of innocence. “She’s nine, though she may not look it. After the accident, her growth was stunted, but she’s very clever, Luna.” Her mother answered for her and I nodded.

"Let's start with you. How old are you and when is your birthday?" "I'm seventeen, as you must have guessed. In two weeks I will be eighteen. But I hope to be back in my father's pack by then. Midnight Moon is not really safe for me," she replied. "And before you ask, my father knows nothing of my presence here. As far as he is concerned, I am on a yacht, enjoying myself".

To take note, Miranda never called me for either simple brunch or snacks yet. In the lounge, I saw a dignified woman, probably in her late twenties, talking to Miranda. They were both facing the beautiful garden. so they didn't really see me coming. "This fated mate of the king, is she really a kid?" A kid?! "She's nineteen, so yeah, she is a kid!" Excuse me?! "What could the moon goddess be thinking? She wants Shadow Rock to fall into the hands of an imbecile wolfless queen?!" "Exactly my thought!" Miranda seconded, making my eyes squint. "Ms. Serena told me you already know what to do!"

She was no longer a minor—already of legal age. “Well, that’s fine. I can wait. I’m nineteen, so I can wait for you, Belle,” Makoy said, making her eyes widen in surprise. “H-Huh?” “Do you have a cellphone number? Or maybe a social media account—” “She doesn’t, and even if she did, she wouldn’t be giving it to you,” Andrei cut him off sharply, silencing everyone. “She’s still young. A minor. She shouldn’t be involved in things like that. So it’s best if you all leave us alone and let us start doing the laundry,” he said firmly, shooing them away. Aviannah turned to him, surprised at his reaction.

“Isn’t she too young for you? I thought you liked older women.” He liked older women? I didn’t know that. “Ask the Moon Goddess,” Dorian shot back flatly. “I didn’t ask for this.” His words hit like a punch to the chest, but I forced myself to stay still, focusing back on Isa. “Can I ask you something?” I said softly, and she tilted her head. “Sure.” “How old are you?” She paused, like she didn’t expect that, then smiled. “Thirty-two.” My eyes widened briefly. That was… not what I expected. My stomach twisted a little, realizing she was barely a few years younger than Mom.

Fuck. Mira and Anthony looking out of place in the storage room. Them going on walks because she wanted to check his heart rate. Him—- “Stop.” I called out at the girl cutting my train of thoughts. No time for pity party. The girl froze and slowly turned. Her eyes widened when she saw me. She looks no older than seventeen years old and max just reach eighteen. An easy prey. “L–Luna—” she started trying to submit her neck but stopped her.