Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

"Just thinking of you in my position… karma." "Don’t speak too soon; you have one left." I reminded him. "Well, at least there’s no more Rossi’s." Elijah smirked. "There is one…" Scarlett added with an amused smirk before her smile vanished and she shook her head frowning. "Far too old." The three of us exchanged looks, clearly fucking disturbed with the direction that went. Yeah, too old… but then again… I was sixteen years older than Kiara… Leo… Na, the goddess isn’t that fucking sadistic to play that shit all over.

“Matt, I’ll be giving you progress reports through calls and emails. Make sure to send your official consents on time.” Matthew chuckled. “Do you think of me as a rookie, Bry? I’m the one who taught you all those procedures in the first place.” Bryce gave him a playful wink. “Just makin’ sure you remember! You’re a thirty-one-year-old man now, after all.” Matthew attempted to slug him out of jest. “You’re also thirty-one now, you punk.” Lily laughed. “You two are a hoot. Bryce! Thirty-one isn’t old, okay? Don’t you know the phrase ‘life begins at 40’?”

I don't want to quit this job because of having a child. Cassandra said, "Nate will be twenty-nine this year-end. And you'll be twenty-five this year-end too. This is the most suitable age to have kids. If you wait for a few more years, you guys will be in your thirties, close to forty. Yes, by then, your financial situation will be better. But you'll be in the advanced maternal age. And your pregnancy risk will be very high." Abigail's eyes widened when she heard that. She responded, "Grandma, I'm only twenty-four years old. Why are you suddenly talking like I'm more than ten years older? Do you know girls care about age the most? You shouldn't make a girl feel older."

"Of course, I do not believe you. You just told me Gerald likes me. Have you met the man? He is a grumpy old man with an attitude problem. He doesn't like me." Tabby's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in order not to laugh. "How can you say that? He is not old." The horrified look on her face made it ten times funnier. "Yes, he is; he is like thirty," I countered, absolutely loving the look on her face. "He is not! He is thirty-eight or thirty-nine. I am not completely sure." "Really? That's strange. He looks younger. He is old, old. And that's exactly why he doesn't like me."

Glancing into the mirror of the new vanity he had someone bring yesterday, I watched his eyes follow my movement. Ever since I 'moved' in with him, the room had changed quite a bit. I would like to think that there was a more feminine feel to it now. "I'm actually in my prime years." He pursed his lips, pretending to be offended. I doubted he was with that sinfully decadent smirk on his lips. Prime? If 900 is considered prime years then I don't know anymore. "What about Granny Ada or Rora?" My curiosity got the better of me. How old would Granny Ada be if she was his grandmother? Over 1000 years old right?

💖💜 Much love, Cass --------- Caleb - 50 years old Jake - 49 years old Aeon, Darvin - 48 years old Riley, Dominic, Lucas - 47 years old Caspian, Kallan - 46 years old ALPHA JACOB. My hand coiled around the whisky glass in my hand, I have been a retired Alpha now for almost five years and yet I couldn't stop the Alpha in me from aiming for a better world for the future pups of our race. So when the opportunity was presented, I took advantage and grabbed it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO🔞 ~DAPHNE~ I suddenly began to feel hot as my heart threatened to pull out of my ribcage. Horny bunny 225 is my highest gifter and since whoever is behind that account appreciates me so much, then there is a possibility they went the extra mile to know more about me. The thought of that scared the shit out of me. “Why are you so sure of my age, horny bunny,” I held my breath as I waited for him to type his answer.

Xander asks. “Yes. Lucky bastards all met their mates seven years ago when we turned eighteen. But I suppose the Goddess made me wait for a reason.” He smiles. “Are any of you mated yet?” I shake my head. “No, your highness. Brant and his unit, myself and mine — we’re all old enough now, but none of us have had any luck. Neither has the royal unit.” “Ah well. There’s still time. And I can say from experience that good things really do come to those who wait.” He grins, a little wickedly.

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.

- 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?