Paige Bueckers Younger Novels & Stories

After that, she thanked Heather politely, and the latter waved at her and asked her to quickly leave so that her work would not be affected. After Paige had left, Leon returned to his active self and kept asking Heather various questions. “Heather, is Paige really the same age as you?” He thought that the way Paige carried herself made her appear more mature than Heather. “She’s one year older than me.” Paige was older than her if she was not mistaken. “Then, what do you think her personality is like in private?” Leon went straight to the point. He was certain that Heather had noticed his intention to go out with Paige, so he need not hide it from her.

"That's Bree, Kuya Lev's wife. You'll like her; she's nice, and she's the one of those lucky peeps who can tease Kuya Trace. So, if you want an ally to avoid my brother's antics, you might need Bree's help." "Bree is too young to be... to be Lev's wife," I blurted out, unable to contain my surprise. "She's nineteen, still young, but of legal age at least. They’d been married for a year now," Paige said, shrugging her shoulders. "But honestly, even I might not refuse if someone as charming as Kuya Lev pursued me that way."

"Then why do I have to ask you a question more than once to get a reply? I asked you a question, Paige. Do you want a second chance?" "Yes, sir, yes, sir, I want a second chance," Paige said firmly. Zachary observed her for a while, took out his phone, and called his assistant. "What I asked you to do, get it done right now," he said. "Okay, boss, I'll do that right away," Luke replied. In one of the changing rooms, Barbie, a twenty-two-year-old artist who was waiting to perform, sat in front of a wide mirror as a makeup artist worked on her face.

“I do regularly purchase from the new collections. I’m Beckah Griffen. My friend on the right is Joey Roberts, she’s a well-known model and on my left is Heather Mellors, she is the owner of her own boutique.” If Beckah was introducing herself to her, it meant she was interested being friendly with her. Heather and Joey smiled at her. They looked more tense than Beckah did which confirmed that Beckah was most definitely still the leader of the clique. “Hello,” Clara said. “I’m impressed by all your successes. I think we’re all the same age.” "We’re all 22,” Beckah said. “I am too,” Clara said. “It’s been hard trying to find people my age here at this party.”

I was mature I just had to hide my cute baby face "Vivienne Payton, 22 years old" I indicated knowing full well I was lying for the greater good. This was the price I had to pay for me to fulfil my goals. I knew this wasn't such a big deal, yes I was only a 19 years old girl and the surrogate age started from 22, I wasn't qualified for this but I had to hence a little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone

I answer. We work comfortably, enjoying idle chit-chat as we work. I make enough breakfast for the whole pack while Becca is moulding her pastry into the most delicate shapes. I wouldn’t have believed pastries could be in those shapes, had I not seen them for myself. She’s exceptionally talented. "Becca, do you mind if I ask, how old are you?" I ask, realising that I know very little about her. “Not at all, I am 25 years old” she answers me.

I told Dan with a sad pout on my face. “Amy’s party?” Dan asked Paige and she nodded her head. “No way! I’m going too!” Dan exclaimed before high-fiving with Paige. Pink Penguins! Now the both of them will bug me until I say yes to going to that stupid party! “You have to come now, Liv!” Paige told me. “I don’t wanna go!” I whined. “Please, baby girl!” Dan gave me his best puppy-dog impression. Baby girl?! I am a grown up 17 year old!

"It's a pleasure to meet you. This must be your wife?" "My ex-wife, Melanie." I managed to stand and took her hand, which was strong and warm. Her eyes widened slightly at the word 'ex-wife'. I forced myself to speak. "This is our daughter, Paige. She's a senior this year." "Nice to meet you, Paige." "Nice to meet you, Coach." Bill put his arm around Paige's shoulder. "She's your second leading returning scorer, you know." "Dad!" Paige's voice was rife with embarrassed teen horror.

Besides, Paige was only twenty years old. Zander trusted Chris. Chris must have his reasons to wait until Paige’s graduation. Chris had never let him down before. Paige blushed. She was called young. Actually, she was not as young as they thought. She was past the legal age to marry and have children, too. So, she was not that young. Ann glanced at Paige and Chris. For once, she kept her opinions to herself. What could she say? It was not as if she could force Paige and Chris to make babies.

If their school needed a coach I could just do that in my free time since I didn't have much things to do just a day or two in the week. And Paige looked quite young to me I was thinking she was probably a 16 year old turns out she might be… “I'm 20 and I got into college two years ago, and oh the lacrosse team will be here any moment from now to practice, this is the only field they can practise that's why I'm here to work and to handle the equipments and if anything gets damaged, we get to repair them with our money so I'm Always trying to “tutor” the boys,.when what they need is a real coach, that's why we keep failing the games with little mistakes!” Paige expressed as I could feel the r