Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

So, she patted her a*s and urged, "Sabrina, get up. It's not good to lie like this for a long time." "Jenna, am I still a child?" Sabrina suddenly stood up, stared at Jenna and asked seriously. Jenna was stumped. "No, Jenna, I am not young anymore. I am already 26 years old. At this age, some might consider me a spinster." The expression on Sabrina's face was very persistent and lonely. "You all say that I'm still a child. Can't you see that I'm mature?" Sabrina exclaimed. Jenna blinked her eyes and suddenly wanted to burst out laughing. It seemed that this young woman had been struck by something peculiar that day.

"What? do you think you're the only one in the club that's gossiping? You really underestimated Dee and Rocco, that couple is a match made in heaven for gossip. It's like they complimented each other, filling out the gaps in every juicy gossip. You might have a contender in your hands." Cassidy laughed, almost choked on her coffee that she had just sipped while Bree smirked and spooned her chocolate cake the second it was on the table. "So?" Bree asked again, her previous question still unanswered. "He's not that old, I think it's the stress, that guy needs to chill, like seriously. He's forty-one. I know... I know, he's half my age." "Hey, I'm not judging. Gage is way older than me and my e

“My name’s Eva, Miss.” I grinned at her. She sounded sweet. “You don’t have to call me Miss. Just Scar, short for Scarlet.” Her eyes lit up, and her smile widened. “Thank you, miss. Oh, I’m…” “And I just told you.” I chuckled. “Okay, since I have no one to talk to in this house, how about we talk a little? How old are you? How long have you been working here?” “I’m twenty, Miss Scarlet. I’ve been here for two years.”

The guy politely moves to get the water. "Seriously, Chris?" she groans. "What? I don't have a good relationship with all the bartenders you come across. They are always perv!" he shrugs. "You can see he was a literal kid. I wonder if he's barely 20 years old. Who's gonna flirt with me right now, anyway?" "Mrs. Scott, you better not underestimate yourself because the same theory goes with you. How come you never age?" I tell her, making her laugh. "Okay, stop, we should start behaving like grown-ass adults", she frowns at me.

“Just pick whichever one you like.” Sabrina narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “First of all, why do these men look like they belong to Coco’s age? They are practically kids!” Ellora’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Well, you rejected all the age-appropriate ones I showed you. So I thought, why not try younger men? These guys are over thirty-five. Prime age. Look! They probably have more stamina too.” Sabrina’s eyes widened in pure disbelief. She powered off the iPad dramatically and held her head. “Ellora, I’m getting dizzy. I might pass out.”

You look so young, they take advantage. - I'm 25 years old. I'm not really a girl anymore. - Says the 25-year-old next to the 35-year-old. Girl, you're a kid next to me. Saphira laughs. - You don't look 35 years old. - Good Genes. My brothers suffer from the same curse. Saphira laughs again. Who knows, this was the beginning of a good friendship.

When he let Romeo down, he ran to me and started scratching at me to be picked up. “Rose, meet Romeo, he’s 200 years old. The benefit of living in hell is you don’t age. Wonderful, isn’t it? I had to make an exception to bring him down here because dogs don’t go to hell in general, but I’ve always wanted a dog. Romeo, don’t scratch mommy.” I reached down and picked up the soft puppy and scratched behind his ears. I’m not going to lie, I fell in love with him instantly.

I suddenly blurted out and felt a little embarrassed for even asking. “22.” “You’re not that old.” I said and earned a look from Skyr. His eyebrow was raised in question. “NOT that I think it is a bad thing!” I immediately explained. “It’s just that you seem too mature for your age! Not that you look old. I am not saying that you are old. It’s just...You get my point so I’ll stop talking now.”

"Ugh! Jello shots. I haven't done those in ages. I'm twenty in two months, I'm too old to party it up like crazy anymore. My youth is behind me now." Too old... Her youth? Raf really had a warped view of age. But with the insanity that had been our lives ever since the rogue attack on the city and the rift in the Scarlet pack, we all felt like we had aged ten years. Even now, the city was still recovering from the war.

“So, the questions become: what’s your name, and how old are you?” “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or insult. It better not be an insult ‘cause Bloodmoon is the best pack in the world.” Skittles grumbled. “In the world? How many packs have you visited to come to that conclusion?” I shook my head, still waiting for my answers. “A few since I turned sixteen,” Skittles said. “Uh-huh. So, name and age.” I gestured for them to carry on. “I’m Sage Carlisle, and I’m eighteen. No need to ask your name unless you’ll tell me your Darby family name since I can’t imagine Auðr was your birth name.” Sage narrowed their eyes at me.