Novel & Cerita Scrappy Age

"Like the way you threatened to scratch my face ten years ago? Imagine if you did, I might be called scarface now." "Still a sexy scarface. But was it really you? I named you the creepy guy." "Really, am I that creepy?" I wiggled my brows and Lucy began to laugh heartily, throwing her head back as she did. I couldn’t help but get mesmerized by her carefree ways, as if she was not facing a big problem. "I was only ten. Were you crushing on me?" she asked, her eyebrow raised. "I don’t know. But I thought you were around 14 or 15 at that time, and I was just 18, so yeah, you caught my young eyes."

I whispered meekly. “ Try harder then. ” He hissed before hanging up on me. I rolled my eyes before slamming the receiver down. Martha’s face poked out, her curious eyes finding mine. “ Everything okay, Scarlett? ” She appeared out of the racks and walked to me on steady steps. I eyed the woman before me. She looked to be in her late 30s. Her black hair cascaded down her back, complimenting her deep brown eyes. She was too fit for her age. If her face didn’t have this serious, mature look, I would have thought she was in her 20s.

she sneered. "How old are you? I just realised you don't know how to curse yet." "Fuck. Fuck you! Mother fucker!" she cursed, swinging her legs and hitting me with an apple core which I didn't dodge. It went above my head but slightly touched my hair. "Happy?" I asked. "Very," she said, taking another fruit from her bag. "So, how old are you?" I tried to make a conversation. "Eighty." "I am in my late twenties. The age gap is quite high then." I played along with her sarcasm.

Name: Tara Age: 15 Sexually active Appearance: sexy Personality: Slutty Due to the target not being a virgin, the host has 3 months to have sex with the target. Penalty for failure: (hidden until ready to be received) My heart pumped hard against my chest at the notification. Did the freaking system just give me another mission when I'm still dealing with the aftermath of the previous one??? What the fuck!!

Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what. I gradually realized that I couldn't continue acting weak like this anymore. When I woke up the next morning, I realized someone had requested to follow my private account on social media, and the request came from a profile I wasn't quite familiar with. I tapped into the follow request message. It read, "Nancy, it's me, Cedric York." I froze for a moment when I saw the name on the screen. Memories of my college days immediately flooded my mind. Cedric was my senior in the same course I was taking when we were still in college. We even used to be in the student council toget

The freedom of the speed, keen senses and knowing you can protect your loved ones and yourself from harm at anytime and still remain big and fluffy. Everyone was bubbly and energetic and I looked like a little girl playing dress up at the party and I was the only tiny sad human who they had choose to accept amongst themselves, probably because of my parents. Caine looked not over than twenty three and Tristan not over twenty one but I knew looks were deceiving. These Primordial Lycans were well over 200 years old. And so was everyone in the pack, but their genes did well to keep them young and beautiful. I just clocked 20 a few weeks before moving to Alabama and I was the only one who was go

"Like... It's said that Scorpios are really passionate. They're very jealous and often even obsessive, but with high libido and never disappoint in bed." 'Hmmm. And what about you?" Tired of this zodiacal nonsense, I try to change the topic. "Oh, I'm an Aquarius." "I meant your age and birthday," I complain and dig my fork into the fresh salad. "Tut, tut. Don't you know a lady can not be asked about her age, Mr. Reagan?" Abigail chuckles but the way she pronounces my name makes something inside me tingle. "Well..." "Relax, I'm joking. I'm 27 and was born on January, 28."

He clutched his trembling Pomeranian tightly to his chest and turned to walk away unsteadily. Dexter still wasn't satisfied, so he turned back and dragged his key along the car, scraping off the paint and exposing the primer underneath. I crouched down and aimed my phone at the scratch before snapping a photo. Dexter kicked my phone away with a loud clatter. "What do you think you're taking pictures of? Who gave you the guts to do that? Do you think I'm scared of you calling the cops? Go ahead!" Just then, Jim Griffin, the property manager of the complex, walked over. His beer belly jiggled with each step. "What's going on? Why are you two arguing this early in the morning?"

My hands suddenly felt itchy as I began to scratch them from where I stood. "Who are you, people. " "Oh, my manners. " The old woman, for a second covered her circled lips with her right hand. "I'm Sandra and this hospitable girl here... " She motioned towards the little girl beside her, "... Is um... Is... " she repeated scratching her grey-colored hair. "Mae, " The little girl completed. "Mae, yes Mae, " Sandra caressed her forehead with her palm and heaved a sigh. "Don't mind me, old age slowly creeps on as the times pass by. "

let. “ Terrick” “ hmm” he hum “ how old are you?” “Am a hundred and sixty eight years old” A gasp left Catrina’s mouth “ I was right when I said you are way older than me” Terrick tensed up thinking she will leave him since his older than her for more than one hundred years “ relax am not leaving you, am staying here” she raise her head to look at him giving him a beautiful smile before turning her head and placing it back on his chest. “ what of Annex?” “Same, we were born on the same year and on the same day but am older than him for some few hours” “ and Ayra” “ she is fifty” “Your mom?” “ she is one thousand six hundred and eighty one years old” “ wow, I take it she is she is the oldest