Nessa Age Novels & Stories

"Common, Nessa. How can they be? She is too young for romantic relationships. She might be fifteen or fourteen or even less." "Yeah, right. It's not like you haven't started kissing at that age," She huffed. "No, I haven't!" I defended. She can't just put that on me. "Then when were you involved with our highness here? Twelve?" She huffed another laugh in my disfavor. "No, ofcourse not. Nessa?... I was already sixteen by then and past the shifting age." "I don't agree. You were just fourteen." "Excuse me? Is that how small you view me? If I was fourteen then how old am I now? Nineteen? Jeez. It's been five years."

“We saw the results together that day, mi cara. Why should I believe otherwise?” I sniffed. Because it was fake. But I couldn't tell her that without implicating myself. Even if I was going to confess to her, it would not be in the presence of the most despicable Lady Rosa. “How old are you, Veronica? Twenty or twenty one? And you are still obsessing over a childhood crush?” She faced nonna. “And you are encouraging her?” Nonna sighed. “Twenty four, turning twenty five. I've told her to stop stressing over Julian. They were quite close, growing up.”

By the way, my name is Ayesha Santillan, but my friends and colleagues call me Yesha. I am half-Filipina, half-British, and 22 years old, so I appear slightly different from a typical Filipina. I have brown hair that is an inch longer than my shoulders and hazel brown eyes with long eyelashes, which some say are my most attractive feature. I have a straight nose, which gives me the appearance of being snobbish, and kissable red lips that don't need lipstick. I'm 5'7 tall, and people kept telling me that I could be a model or a beauty queen if I wanted to, but that's not how I roll.

Even Allison, once he had realized she wasn't who he had made her out to be. "So, who's younger than him?" Isabella asks, eyes looking back down to her screen. She's getting impatient. So is Matteo. "I'm younger." Raisa concludes. "I'm in June 2000." "Anyone else?" Isabella asks. "I'm July 22nd." Valentina answers. Suddenly, the air around Matteo feels strained, like there's not enough oxygen for everyone. Their eyes meet and Valentina chews on her bottom lip, eyes wide as she looks through him again.

“You know you can talk to me. I’m on the outside. As much as your uncle tries to pull me in, I’m still not there.” Her eyes met mine. “I’m twenty-three. I thought I’d at least have until I was thirty to find my mate. Then I’d go around and seek him out. You know?” “I’m guessing not everyone agrees with that plan?” “My dad. He wants to marry me off. Got an offer from a Beta in the States.” She grimaced. Her voice changed deeper to mimic her dad, I assumed. “Nessa, it will be a great opportunity for you. You’ll do great things. Think about the connections we will make. Yada yada yada.”

Even though Leena seemed excited about the birthday party for her that evening, Lacee could tell that her sister was still upset with her for forgetting her birthday. It was Leena’s eighteenth birthday, a day they had been looking forward to for months. The two of them had been counting down the days until Leena turned eighteen, and yet, Lacee forgot the damn day.

I grabbed her wrist, causing her to whirl around fast. "Please don't be long, Nessa. This place makes me really uncomfortable." I pleaded and she snatched her hand away from me, replying, "You're twenty two and you just graduated college, that should tell you that you're a full adult now, more than ever. My advice? Act like it." Then she huffed and hurried off. I wasn't taken aback or anything. The fact that we were twins didn't mean we were friends. Just... acquaintances, if it could be termed so.

She has a very normal life. Bella, her firstborn daughter, is 19 years old and in college. She is a full-time student, which is a good thing because she is guaranteed grants and financial aid to pay her tuition fee and other needs. Issa and Frances are twins, sixteen years, and in high school. Nathan is her last born. He is fourteen years old and in 8th grade. He was a smart kid, but recently, he was getting into this game that makes him awake even so late.

"Yes, we have. The nursery is all set, and we've got all the baby clothes and gear we need. We're just waiting for the big day now." Nessa chatted on, asking me questions about the twins and our preparations. I answered happily, enjoying the conversation. After a while, Nessa mentioned, "Hey, guess what? Tomorrow's a special day for Nicolas and me." I smiled, intrigued. "What's happening tomorrow?" Nessa's voice was filled with excitement. "It's our six-month anniversary! I can't believe it's already been half a year since we started dating." I congratulated her, "Aww, happy early anniversary, Nessa! That's so exciting. Do you have any special plans to celebrate?"

“That’s an auction preview.” “They said it was just for the panel,” Nia whispered. “But when they brought me back, one of the guards said, “Donors’ll like that one. She photographs soft.”” Reader anger, I thought distantly. If they were here, their blood would be boiling. Mine already was. “How old are you, Nia?” I asked. “Eighteen,” she said. “Last week. They said that’s “perfect timing.” Before that I was—” She cut herself off.