Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

"Never been one for social acceptance." "I'm 21 and you?" Lani chuckled with a warm smile. "I'm 25." Scar was relieved to know Lani was over the age of 18. The daring dreams he had been having a few nights before were now somewhat more acceptable, Scar didn't feel the need to punish himself severely at the thought of the petite girl on her knees begging for him. He felt more relaxed but the sight of her still did unimaginable things to him, she sent him into overdrive, into a frenzy of sexual desire and he hated it, he hated that he was acting like a teenager going through puberty.

Gianna asked. I pursed my lips. “25,” I answered. “Dang!” the two of them said at the same time. I playfully rolled my eyes. “That’s not that old!” I defended. Harper scratched the back of her neck. “So, you were born in the 1900s?” she asked. “Woah,” Gianna said. “1900s.” I clicked my tongue and shook my head. “You guys are only around three or four years younger than me. Please stop making me feel like I’m ancient.”

Pretty face, high cheekbones, a narrow little nose—she looks almost elfin. “Age, Cadet Ward?” Nurse Rachel asks. “Twenty-one, ma’am.” Definitely not going alphabetically. Just age. Fantastic. I love standing out. 'Z, you're going to stand out no matter what order we go in.' Fair enough. “Rafe Sinclair.”

Veronica preferred the smaller logs from the vineyard prunings; they snapped and popped, sending sparks upward like brief stars against the dark chimney throat. They were both ninety now, give or take a few months that neither bothered to count precisely anymore. The calendar on the kitchen wall still turned pages, but the dates had lost their sharp edges. Birthdays were marked with quiet dinners, a bottle of the good red from the Douro that Sofia always brought, and a single candle that neither of them bothered to blow out because wishes felt redundant when so many had already come true.

"That was when we went to pick Abba from the airport." "Well, you're going to wear it today," Umma said. "You look pretty in it, and I want you to look pretty today." "Umma," she smiled, "I'm twenty-four years old. I don't need my mother picking out clothes for me." "You'll never be too old for me to pick out clothes for you, Afrah," she replied. "Now, put them on and stop arguing." "Why are you suddenly interested in what I choose to wear?" she asked. "Is it because aunt Safiya is visiting?"

- she says Sandy is older than me. She’s in her late forties and having a baby at this age is dangerous. I know she is not looking after money because she is filthy rich. Shit. Am I happy?

Jack matter looking somewhere else. "Uh aunt scarlet uncle Zane." I said trying to grab their attention but it was of no use as they weren't stopping. "aaaah!!!" I ended up screaming so loud that startled them. "What! Why are you screaming is there an attack?" aunt scarlet asked checking me to see if I have any injury "I was scared of seeing old people kissing each other that's why I screamed." that earned me a glare. " Hey who are you calling old? Just so you know I am still young and youthful I am only 45." She huffed crossing her arms with an adorable pout.

Stacy couldn’t help but pull a devious grin across her face, no matter what type of smile it was, it always suited her, she had a face that could never look wrong, she had a youthful beauty that most shifters didn’t have, it probably had something to do with not reaching her peak before her ageing froze, shifters and most other preternatural age from birth but when their body reaches its peak, usually around 30 for males and 35 for females, they stop ageing, some wolves are hundreds of years old and don’t look a day over 30, Stacy however stopped ageing at 19, she was a mature 19, her body was fully developed but she hadn’t lost the youthful look in her eyes. “Oh, that is going to go down we

Warning: Strong Language and a little bit of r-18. SPG .... “Moli, so, why did he sent the invitation to you? I mean, he could send it to me, you know,” I said to her while I was walking back and forth. We're currently on Skype. “Girl, you did not accept his friend request on your F******k and on I*******m too,” Moli rolled her eyes on me. “Anyway, why are you anxious?”