Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

Scarlett sighed, rolling her eyes in mild frustration before she said, “Yeah, well, I guess so. No biggie." It was hard to believe that Scarlett had only just turned 18 three months ago. She had the voluptuous, succulent look of a mature 22-year-old. Her breasts were so much rounder and fuller than those of girls her age; even Lily did not come close. Her curves were wild and distinct—the figure of a model. She had the countenance and composure of a good girl, but deep down she craved a wild, satisfying life, especially now that she had turned eighteen.

before I could finish she cut me off. " No Zane that's final!!" I sighed. Grandma Crystal came closer smiling sweetly at a blushing Scarlet. " wow she is a pretty gem. How old are you dear?" She asked placing her palm on Scarlet's cheek. " Fifteen.." Scarlet answered shyly not making eye contact. " Ahhh and you are young too. tell me dear why do you want to move in with him?" I wanted to interrupt but I knew very well never to speak when grandma Crystal was talking she was one tough grandma.

"Soo, guys. Now we know each other. I guess I wanna know all about you." The Betas causally agreed and gave her the green light to answer her questions. "Okay. How old are all of you? Which era did you all come from?" Scarlett asked initially, placing her play card on the table. "Well, you already know Nicki and I are from the Civil War in the later 1860s so..." Sapphire made a quick calculation in her head. "...around 160 years." "Gadiel?" She turned to the tall fit blonde next to her.

Scarlet sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and biting her lower lips that were chapped. “It's fine grandpa, thank you for your care. He just barged into my room, it got me worried.” “Oh he must have missed his way. Peter is not such a person. I have to go dear. I have a board meeting to go to.” “Alright grandpa, bye, love you.” Scarlet sat down on the bed, holding the file Peter had given to her. She pouted her lips as she went through it. “30 years old…. Hmm not bad.”

Even if he didn't want to leave he had to let her go for a while to have her back for his whole life. Sania was liking this pain in pleasure life with Vikas so is determined to return soon. If any girl is crazy about sex life at a young age and they receive such treatments she would be happy to get laid at any time with that old man. Nowadays, it also seems young teenagers love warming bed of old man age starting in their late 50s, 60s or onwards. This is the true reality of society. Young women like old fat men whereas old men like beautiful young women. It is more fun if his girl is much younger as possible. Not everyone is included in this, this is not usual as well.

that was about it. "I would love to..." I mumbled and bit my lower lip. I had no idea what had possessed me to agree to something this crazy. It was not me. I was a shy, prudish girl who was taught to abide by the traditions... but damn it, it was hard, especially when I was beyond being in my prime. I am two thousand five hundred years old, which is about 25 human years. That is considered a spinster in our society...

"Happy birthday for tomorrow, Charity Case. Or should I say, happy debt-anniversary?" I stared at the mess. Tomorrow was November eleventh. I was turning eighteen, the age where most girls in the Syndicate started looking for a way out or a way up. For me, it was just the day I officially became property. It was also the twenty-first birthday of the Moretti triplets—the princes of the Blackridge underworld.

- Liar -What? .- He was surprised now.- I promise you I'm 26. - You look my age or so- I shrugged- At 26 years old, I wait for a man with my head centered, not on... you.- That had sounded a little bit edgy. She hoped he didn't take it the wrong way. I couldn't bear another anger like G.'s. My head was going to explode with such violence in the Scratch and Pike manner.

I nodded because I understood what she meant not knowing that what she asked for was for adult stuff. “Oh, Scarlett! What are you talking about? You’re still a baby!” her mom exclaimed then continued to clean the knees, feet and elbows. “What? I am a girl and I want to be friends with him. . .so, girl-friend. What’s up with that?” she says which made her mom sighed. “Scarlett. That term is for grown ups. You just wait till you turn eighteen to use that word.” Then someone rang the doorbell. “Come in.” her mom says and four people came in. Scarlett’s grandparents and my grandparents sobbing.