Scrappy Age Novels & Stories

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.

Darcy said. Staring down into Lilly Smith’s face, Scott understood the feelings he’d had when he first met her at sixteen. His wolf had waited until she was of the right age before claiming. Their laws were sacred, and no one claimed a mate younger than twenty-one. Scott did a quick calculation and knew she’d turned twenty-one this year. He frowned. Most of the pack celebrated everyone’s birthday, but he couldn’t recall Lilly’s birthday coming up. “No one breathes a word of this,” he said to the room. Everyone in the diner was a member of the pack. They all nodded in agreement.

“Clyde, kindly tell Mr. Grumpy over there not to scowl too much. His real age is showing. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to get the girls anymore. What he needs is sex to chill instead of nitpicking my every action every fucking day.” No one ever dared to mention his age before. He may act friendly but everyone knew better than to get on his bad side. After all, Duke’s nickname on the battlefield was ‘Chaos.’ And no one messes with Chaos. But to hell with that. Chaos or not, right now, he was just Grumpy to me. As his aura gets darker, the atmosphere around us turns colder. Grumpy’s mood worsened. “How dare you mention my age? You ungrateful brat-”

She is so beautiful for a woman her age. Age-wise, we weren’t that far apart, as she is thirty-eight years old and has a daughter the same age as Leo. “Scarlett, I am so glad you could make it." She went on to hug me as if we had been friends for a while now. “Of course I wouldn’t decline your invitation,” I told her. “And I am glad you didn't," Patrica said, her direction switching as she let out slowly, "Seth?”

I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head. “Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.” I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar, if the circumstances had been different."

Sabrina laughed. "Oh, Sabrina, you know I'm not the foot-stamping type. But while you're there causing me such minor annoyance - like an ant on my leg, that's how insignificant it is - your life is passing by. You're getting older, and by the way, you're not my age anymore, almost twenty. You're closer to forty. Don't you think you should do something more useful, or at least make sure you won't end up old and alone?" The last time I confronted Sabrina, I noticed that age and vanity were her weak spots, so that was what I would use, even though I thought it was quite frivolous of her.

she said and I laughed, "maybe a bit.. so, should I?" She shrugged, "I lost you already so I have nothing to lose.. out with it." "Coz she has a heart.. and she's matured. Forget her age because there's people her age but they are childish as fuck.. she's matured and keep this to yourself, she fucks like a 24 year old...." I said the last part with a wink and my ex smiled, "I have a heart too you know and I'm all grown up now, well as for fucking.. you know that.."