Pj Mask Age Novels & Stories

"Well, I wanted to ask if I can work for you, sir." "Work for me? As what?" Zach asked. "As one of your domestic staff, sir. I can do chores, and I can wash even your car. I can do any decent job just to survive." Zachary regarded her for a while and asked, "Aren't you underage? You look fifteen or thereabout." "No, sir, I'm eighteen years old. I turned eighteen more than three months ago." Zach said, "Oh!" Lately, he had been thinking he had too many domestic staff and wanted to send a few away. He didn't need any more workers but he couldn't bear to turn Paige away.

But I decided to just give it a shot. Me:[How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] I always need to specify that I needed an age appropriate person for a thirty-six years old like me. Jamin: [I’m twenty-six] A ten years age gap, I guess that’s manageable, he could take whatever I do to him. Me:[Send a picture] I need to know if he’s worth seeing for one night. The picture took an awful long time to be sent. But when it was, it made my jaw dropped.

I rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

"Are you sure it's safe? I just want to be able to study." "You're one hundred percent safe here hija," he said with a smile and took a bite of a slice of cake. "That's the change in my relationship status. What do you mean?" "Actually, we have two problems that need to be processed and trained for one week so that you are fit to work. Yes, just one week is that easy. The first one is your age. You should be at least 22 or 23 years old before you get the job. The next one is your relationship status which I've already mentioned."

As we ascend to Frankie's apartment, I can feel Paully's eyes on me, studying me with a mix of concern and curiosity. I try to shake off the feeling and focus on making small talk. "So, how long have you been working with Jaxson?" I ask, trying to get to know him better. He seems like a nice guy, despite his tough exterior. "About eight years now," Paully replies, his eyes still on me. "I am only twenty-six. So, he won't let me join him any younger than eighteen. He always said we weren't a common street gang, we don't take children. Even then he rarely lets me do anything exciting."

"Alright, stop this nonsense now" Ril spoke, pushing rag a little aside "Non--" It was worth watching his face now. It is so funny. I chuckled a little. "He...hello, I am Pajim, sixth brother, 950 years old." A man with a sharp nose cut with silver hair and pitch black eyes. He looks so beautiful. But he looks a little nervous. "He is known as the most beautiful person in Zia, all girls flock over him, but he is the coldest person to them, "Jagez spoke. I guess that's why he looked nervous while talking, or he hates me too just like Rag.

“Daddy?” “Yeah.” Jasper nods. “I don’t know why since he’s not a dad, but I guess it’s because of his age. Forty and up is a daddy and he’s forty-five.” I relax slightly. “Right.” Jasper continues. “Hot is self-explanatory as Maria here and pretty much half the population in this hospital would agree.” “Not just half.” Maria shakes her head. “Everyone. Including the patients. Let’s just add Liv to the list.”

“You’re a student. Shouldn’t you be in school?” I rubbed my thumb against my finger before answering. “I took the day off because I’ve been looking for a job,” I replied. “My mom is sick, and she doesn’t really have anyone else. I send her part of my scholarship allowance every month, but... it isn’t enough anymore.” Peggy watched me quietly. “How old are you, Jasmine?” “I’m twenty years old,” I responded. She let out a slow breath. “That’s a lot for a twenty-year-old to carry.”

Pierce says. I pause to take in what he has said. I am approaching my 17th birthday.So that can't be right. “ I am 17 in a few days, not 19. There has to be a mistake. And anyway, would you have turned him away?” I can’t help but ask.

he grumbles as Pax and I exchange a look. “Hunter, you're 18. You still have plenty of time to find your mate … if anyone should be getting antsy, it’s grandpa Pax here,” I gesture as Pax flips me off. “I’m 8 years older than you, Jaden … I’d hardly say I’m past my prime,” he smooths his hands down his toned chest in emphasis.