Reading Age Novels & Stories

"I thought I told you now." "When?" "Come on, Uncle Max. I am plus one. That is my age." Uncle Max shook is head in a way that signified he wasn't afraid of questioning me until he got what he wanted. "Plus one is an addition not an age," Uncle Max argued. "What is the meaning of age, Uncle Max?" "If I must tell you, an age is the number of full years, months, days, hours, etc., that someone, or something, has been alive."

Up until the literary section started, the previous one and a half hours were spent with yawns and boredom. By that time, everyone had left with the exception of the younger children and a few adolescents. The children appeared to be more enthusiastic now. "What do you have planned for today in terms of reading?" Excitedly, one of the younger children raised the question. If she were any older than that, she would be eight years old at the very most.

I asked back with a chuckle. “My wolf said that you are a strong Alpha. Alpha, I want to be strong like you.” He spoke in a cheerful tone. I could see the enthusiastic glint in his eyes. “Being strong like an Alpha is good. However, you have to grow up first.” Lily came up to us with a snack. She put the various snacks on the wooden table, which were immediately eaten by the children. Childhood is the most enjoyable phase. In the age range of seven to twelve years, what the child's brain thinks about is just playing. If, in this world, there was a time machine, maybe I would want to go back to being a child again.

Why, this child can read minds. I replied, "I did. Her name's Aaliyah. By the way, you said you're still young. How old are you?" I got really curious. She looks younger than I am. But maybe not so much. "Nineteen incoming twenty. So, not so young anymore. How about you?" "Twenty-two," I replied. I'm right. But Ruby is considered an adult now. "How about crazy?" Ruby looked at me with one eyebrow arched.

Crossing my arms, I curved the corner of my mouth to form a smirk. “ Oh really, just how old are you?” I asked in an amused tone, with him responding in a similar one. “ Well as you know Aghan is the oldest and is 17. I'm 15. Adrian and Alhadera are 13. And Balmoh is 8. So you see, we aren't so young asides from Balmoh. We might as well told Aghan to represent us, he's almost an adult you know.” Lafeya wiggled his brows and facepalmed, groaning. There was a goofy side to him after all. Plus, Charlaedon used the same system of 18-year-olds as adults.

To their appearance. “Hey, little one,” I said with a soft smile. “I’m not a kid. Don’t call me little one.” “Oh? Then what level are you on?” “What do you mean?” “I mean your age. When I ask what level you're on, I’m asking how old you are. Like, level six means six years old.” “Ohh! Now I get it,” she giggled. “But why say it like that?” “Because some people—especially women—don’t like saying their age directly,” I whispered.

Stormee POV I asked Aelfred about his age. He froze, so that means he is older than me. “Aelfred?” I pressed, and he sighed, “Elf´s age is different; we reach maturity when we turn one thousand eight hundred years, which is something around you eighteen years of age,” he paused, and I nodded. I already knew that. When I was in high school and had the knack of spending all my free time in the library, I ran into a fascinating book about elves. I couldn´t put it aside, so I read it in one go, and then I was so interested in their way that I read every book on their species available to me.

Richard responded after coming back to his senses. “You are talking as if you are an adult,” Rebecca laughed. “For you information, I already am an adult,” Richard said. “You are not yet an adult to me, I only consider people to be adult when they are 20,” Rebecca responded. “Maybe you will change your opinion when you reach 18,” Richard replied. “No I won’t, I have been like this since I was ten,” Rebecca informed. “Look, most of the students' attention is on us,” Richard said when he noticed how they were being looked at.

He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

I asked, smiling at him. “Fuck you, man. The little puke is three years older than her. She’s thirteen for fuck sakes.” “Actually she is fourteen, and she starts high school in a couple of weeks. So, really the ages are no different from when we met Heather,” Reed points out.