Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

she let out her vicious words making me sick. What the hell...! These ancient people are just too much. Adultery...! Uhh...! Seriously...!! **********************

Sandra started laughing "Well, I am proud to say I am older than that. I wouldn't hide my age for anything. So how old are you also?" "Sorry to say but I'm twenty-nine years" Miss Sandra widened her eyes "Twenty-nine what? How come I'm older than you by a year and you are a billionaire right now?" "That is life for you" "I don't believe this. Are you like those men that wouldn't want to have a woman who is older than them? because I wouldn't mind"

Oscar says. "Okay, okay. You have been rubbing it into my face that I am older than you since we met. Do you think I feel happy having a little pup like you as my mate? I am used to mature men. I'm not used to teenagers. Oh, please tell me you're older than twenty and not a teenager anymore," I say as I look at his young face. I hope he shaved this morning and at least already has a beard. "I am twenty-two," Oscar answers.

"She's mentally ill. She has a delusion that if she acts like me, Cooper will notice her. I would have beaten her up but she's just fourteen so go easy on her," "Fourteen? She looks like she already had six children," that was exaggerating it but it wasn't far from the truth. She looked like she was in her late twenties. Scarlette glared at me so I raised my hands in surrender, just as Apple let out a victorious laugh. I turned my head to look at her, just in time to see the whip shortening to a horsewhip length. Wow!

he growled. “Well, let’s think about it,” Sandra began, hoping to keep the amusement from her tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was a virgin until I met you, very rare in this day and age. You were how old? Seventeen? Miriam was sixteen, right? Just about Irena’s age if I’m not mistaken? And Sabrina is what, twenty-three? So basically, they are both old enough…”

Scarlett took the pillow burying her face on it. "The more you limit yourself because of age, the harder it becomes to find the right path to do what you truly want." She paused. "At thirty? Forty, well I don't care still being a stripper. I'm just gonna live my life for me, regardless of rejections and what other people say. I'm sure I'd even be more prettier when I'm aging." "You're good with comforting others you know that?" Scarlett took her face away from the pillow glancing at Abigail.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Elijah added before stuffing his hands in his pockets, coming to the realization that he knew nothing about Lizzy. "And the fact that she is now spying on us from the trees?" Scarlet nodded. "We should watch her," Scarlet said. "No shit,'' April responded. Scarlet gave her a kick, and she hissed. "Whatever." Scarlet rolled her eyes. "Don't whatever, me young lady, I'll have you know that I'm six hundred and seven years old, much older than your great, great, great, a lot grandparents." April showed her claws. Scarlet rolled her eyes again.

Daphne had birth two children already and is quite ready to produce ten if given an opportunity. Therefore, she was free of her mother's constant mischief. His two younger sisters Arabella and Anabelle just turned eighteen and were entering their first season, and since they are barely out of leading strings, they are hardly a prey to their mother, as they still have time to make respectable matches. As for Richard, he had plans to marry, every man had plans to marry eventually, therefore he could say he was waiting for 'the one', Lord knows after what he had seen between his best friend and sister Richard could not help but hope for something more than just a title.

Yet something was stopping them from being together, most likely the age difference. "Scarlett..." Griffin wore a pained expression on his face. "I'm thirty-four years old, and you're eighteen." "Nineteen." She corrected. Griffin fought the urge to roll his eyes. "The point is that I will be fifty years old when you're my age." "So?" Scarlett asked, shrugging her shoulder. "Why should I care?" "But, Scarlett..." He smiled that dreamy smile she had come to know. It both melted and broke her.