Myoui Mina Age Novels & Stories

My Mother’s Young Husband Chapter 1: The Man My Mother Could Never Handle I never expected to hate my mother’s new husband so quickly. Or want him even more. My name is Mia and I am twenty years old. Mom got married again three weeks ago to a man named Victor. He is only twenty nine — just nine years older than me. Tall, muscular, with sharp jawline, dark eyes, and a deep voice that makes my stomach tighten every time he speaks. Mom is forty five and looks proud to have such a young, hot husband. She keeps touching his arm and laughing too loudly around him.

"Let me introduce you. Roisin this is Maysie, Maysie this is Princess Roisin, the wife of Hector's older brother Donncha.” "Nice to meet you, Princess Roisin," Maisie said, smiling back and bowed, copying Skye. Roisin laughed softly in understanding. "How are you now with your health my little one?" "I'm much better, thank you, my princess." "I'm glad to hear that," Roisin said and gently touched her shoulder. “You look very young. How old are you?" "I'll turn seventeen in October." “Oh, how nice! You're not that young after all."

he smirked, looking at me with a hungry look in his eyes. Daisy clicked her tongue and pinched his thigh, causing him to yelp. “Don’t get me started, Maurice. She’s off-limits. She’s still too young.” “Young? How old are you?” he asked. “18,” I replied. “What?” he asked. “You’re just 18? How is that possible?” The others were also shocked after hearing about my real age. I raised one of my eyebrows. “Are you insinuating that I look old or something?”

“You must be Ray.” Ray glanced over the lady next to him. He looked around eighteen, but Ray could only guess at his true age. “And you are?” “Min.” The name didn’t sound familiar. “Have you known my father long?” That was usually an effective way of guessing about how old someone was in their business.

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

Minerva raises a brow to her older sister as Odette rolled her eyes, Minerva was really good at mimicking her older sister. Minerva Nathalia Simpson, as mentioned above, was Odette's younger sister. Like Milo and Tybalt, they had a two year age gap, as Odette is 22, Minerva is 20 years old. "How are you doing with work so far?" Odette asked her little sister as she sets her tea back down on the table, she had asked for cups of tea from an employee while she's having a chat with her sister. "Are you handling it fine? Do you need any help?"

I had no idea if that was a bad or a good thing. "I didn't want to lie to you. Or disappoint you." I said with a shrug. Muna gave me a soft smile, shaking her head slowly. "You will not disappoint me. If anything, I'd say you're special. It's not every time I see 'almost twenty-two' years old boys who had not gotten their first kiss." The dramatic way in which she threw in finger quotes made me chuckle. "And I feel so honoured that I'd be your first."

CHAPTER 1 LUCIANA MILANO (Present time) “Ophelia Marie Milano can you please hurry up baby, momma is going to be late” I yelled from downstairs. Ophelia is my pride and joy, she’s my everything and everything a mother would wish for. She’s a beautiful 4 year old with gorgeous black hair that she sadly inherited from her father and magnificent hazel eyes that she got from me.

Rory commends, leaning in and kissing my lips deeply until we hear an eww from reign. I pull back, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. I clear my throat and began to speak to her, “Reign, I saw you talking with the other girl earlier, what’s her name?” “Ara and just like me, she’s eight years old. She’s spent her whole life here she’s been here since she was two years old.” “You two seemed to be having a good time earlier.” Reign smiles, displaying an adorable dimple, “She’s very smart, mom, and also very funny.”

Dahlia wasn't marked yet and I would take no chances when it came to Kai, he was being tamed in a way that barely held on by a thread, and I couldn't risk any surprises, jealousy, or protectiveness to override my control on him. "You've already met Marie," I broke the silence seeing as how it would take us a good fifteen minutes at our pace to arrive where I wanted. She 'mm-hm'ed' in agreement, "She's the closest in age to me by a year," I looked down at her, "how old are you?" "I'm twenty," she blushed with a smile, "and you?" "I just turned twenty-one," I glanced down at Nora and Dahlia must have picked up on it.