Nany The Challenge Age Mga Nobela at Kwento

“As for Uncle Golding, I estimate that you may be able to reach the state of a thirty-eight or thirty-nine-year-old person.” “As for Nana, I’m guessing that your body will be able to return to the state that it was in when you were eighteen years old.”

I asked with a confused look "Before you applied for the job, didn't you see anything about the age of the 'child' you would be taking care of?" He asked making sure that he stressed the word 'child' And that got me more confused than ever, or could it be that I was to take care of an oldie, I asked myself But no information was given as to whom I'll be taking care of "No sir, there was nothing related to whom I'll be Nannieng" I replied "Alright then, you're to Nanny a twenty two years old man" he said keeping a straight face, but I couldn't help but burst into laughter

"Cool down, Nick. Do you need oxygen?" "No, sir! Sorry!" he breathed first and proceeded. "Blue Moon Warrior might be just a kid, I mean she's 15. But she beat a lot of big brawny big mouths fighters in the ring. This Saturday, she's going to fight the champion. It's a big event, sir!" Nick concluded before he stood straight and gasped a little.

I said with a nervous laugh “Well, you looked it to me. .is this your first game?” he chuckled “No, no, I’ve played most games since I was sixteen” “Ahh and how old are you now? If you don’t mind me asking?” “No, I don’t mind and I’m seventeen” “Ahh, ok” “And how old are you, Nathan? if you don’t mind me asking” I asked with a cheeky smile, and he gave me one in return “I’m nineteen, well twenty in a couple of months”.

"Guys! Every -girl is pretty in her way, but we here gathered to solve clues .not to fight for a beauty pageant! " Oh, Nathan! At least. Someone has some -sense in his brain. "Pretty Face! pretty face! What is the secret of your age? Why do you hide so many emotions in every stage." Again, that line gets repeated. Now only we are one step close to winning one round, and we are ready to do anything for it. "Face, age, and emotions? What the hell is that supposed to mean in this school? " Veronica demanded. "I don't know this time! " Nathan shrugged his shoulder in a manner of surrender.

That sounds challenging and I am not the type that backs away from challenges so I sat up too. "We are on, it bring it" I replied to him in a challenging tune and he grinned. "Okay! we are not guessing age here, I want to tell you your age and if you want to back it up, I can actually give you proof. So if I say your exact age, you take me out for dinner but if I fail, I'll do all you want for one week"

"Naya!" A voice screamed. Naya who is currently washing dishes at the backyard tremble the moment she heard the voice she recognized belongs to her aunt. Naya is an eighteen year old lady. She is the real definition of beauty. She has long dark hair that stopped at her back any moment she let it down, her beautiful tone skin radiate like the early morning sun, a stare into her ocean eyes is all it takes for you to drown there forever. Naya was just fifteen years of age when she lost her parents to the war that happened between

"25? You look just 18." "Yeah, I look so young people kept mistaking me for being underaged," Nana grumbled. "I had to show my ID card when I joined some friends at the club." Everyone laughed at her words.

Oomf explained. "Excuse me Miss. Oomf, why do they only want ages 15 to 20 to join the competition? I would like to join, I'm interested. I'm good at spelling," said the woman who has short hair standing near the walls. "Well, Abi, we can't do anything, That is the rule of the Embassy, ​​that only 18 to 20 years old can join the competition in the word Arena. If they find out that you are below 15 or above 21, maybe you are disqualified, you can't join, or worst, there's a punishment," Miss. Oomf replied while adjusting her eyeglass.

He wasn't fooling anyone. Especially not me. “Elder? That's not how you look at your elder,” I hissed. Nancy's face turned bright red. Unfortunately, instead of being embarrassed, she seemed pleased. I shot her a warning glare. She ignored me completely. Unbelievable. “He's technically still twenty-one, Nancy. Those four years didn't count, remember?” I argued. Neither of them listened. I may as well have been speaking to the walls. Whatever. She would learn eventually.