Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

Chapter 89 Amelie "Oh no, no no no! Got you!" I lift Aspen in the air, and the sound of his giggles is the world's sweetest music. "Where do you think you're going, mister!" Birch squeals as I pick him up in my other arm. Escaping mom is our favorite game these days. I can't believe they turned one today. My little trees are growing so fast, and of course, since they are always around older kids, they have developed very quickly and have already started walking.

Romance isn’t dead. It’s on the back of a Harley. – Mia Priscilla was sitting in the front room playing a game on her phone while her moms and dad were in the bar. Several of her sisters were also playing on the floor. The rest were running around the clubhouse with the other kids that were there. Scrapper had walked past her on the way to the bar with a prospect. He was tall, lean and tattooed. His hair was a dark brown or black with a short military style. When he glanced at her, his chocolate-colored eyes landed on her blue eyes.

He pulled the glasses away from his face, leaving a visible mark of his glasses beneath his eyes. " What is your name?" He stretched out while he asked. " Sca...my name is Scarlett," " And your age?" He raised a brow, awaiting my answer. " Twenty," He nodded. " I wouldn't say you're too young. I've been with girls under your age and they served me well, I hope I don't get disappointed with you. I should get what I paid for," I was terrified. How was I going to go about this? " On the bed Scarlett, I don't have that much time,"

"Get dressed," Both Jasmine and Scar entered the car as Jasmine leaned against the door, eyeing Scar suspiciously. "What are you up to, Scar?" She asked as Scar laughed, "Chill out, ma, it's just a place I used to attend when I was teens like you," she explained as Jasmine nods before asking, "How old are you, I forgot to ask?" Scar smiled as she exited the mansion. "I'm 22, Tommy's a year older than me," she said as Jasmine nodded while deep in thought.

Carla got a date with a woman—she was not happy about that. "And here is Brianna Timberlake, age, 24. Brianna is not single, but if you still want to spend some time with her, then feel free to bid. Bidding for my beautiful friend starts at two thousand." I said. I ran my eyes through the crowd to find Jacky staring at her with mouth wide open. He came with his manager and she was laughing as she watched his face.

Maybe Scarlet had come back after her endeavours with Jackal. I was still a little mad, but I wanted to see her. Even after her crazy desires for other men. One day, I promised, she would come to her senses. Maybe at nineteen, she hadn’t had the idea in her mind to settle down just yet. But considering how stubborn she was, she probably would give me a piece of her mind if I lectured her about her little conquests.

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 didn't expect to do an interview, because she thought that Camilla was just going to hire her right away. Either way, she's going to get this job, and she knew it. “Ms. Clarke isn't it?” the Interviewer asked Sabrina while giving her a flirtatious smile. The guy sure is young and handsome, probably in his late 20s, 27 or 28 maybe, but it doesn't change the fact that he's being a creep. Sabrina hate Creeps, but on the bright side, she can actually use this one as an advantage and that's exactly what she did.

"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?"

Maven smiled. “I see there are still some things Tricky Ricky needs to explain to you,” she said. “Don’t call me that,” Trick ordered through gritted teeth. “To answer your question Saraya, no, we did not. Trick is the only one who took his sweet precious time,” Pike said. I blinked. So they all found their mates at twenty-one but are centuries old? “I…am confused,” I confessed. “I’ll explain later,” Trick assured me. “You might want to explain before the next Mate Gathering,” Lucy suggested.