Sleeping Beauty Age Gap Novels & Stories

“There's someone. Someone I've been thinking about.” Sophie’s eyes lit up, bringing back her teasing self. “Ooooh, someone? I knew it. I knew something went down in Paris….wait, you met him in Paris, right? miss no cute boy in Paris.” I rolled my eyes, but that part of me that wanted to talk about it couldn't help but feel relieved at finally being able to share how I feel. “He's divorced and older, I'm talking about the wide age gap.” Jade frowned, holding up a finger to stop me “Okay hold up…That sounds a little complicated. You don't usually go for guys who are much older than you.”

She yelled. “Well I was bored, I needed some fun!” I replied with a small nonchalant shrug. “You were bored?? Or you were sleeping with someone young enough to be your younger sister?! Your fiancé's Younger brother’s wife?! How old is she?! Twenty two?! Twenty three?! How much Lower can you stoop?!” She growled, I chuckled lightly throwing my head backwards before slowly turning back to her. “What was I expecting? You don’t even know me!” “Well the ten year age gap makes it more fun,” I added with a small smirk, she shook her head slowly as she pushed her chair backwards and got up to her feet.

I might be driving my point through his skull, because his expression changed again. But the next thing he said still made me roll my eyes. "What about the age difference?" "Don't you think that sounds hypocritical coming from you?" He and Valerie glanced at each other. "You have a seven year age gap." "It's different. Valerie was twenty one. You're eighteen. And you have a nine year age difference." "Thankfully, eighteen is mature enough for me to get my wolf and find my mate." I insisted. "Why didn't you tell us that you found your mate Addie?" It was David this time.

“If you’re wondering about the age gap it’s understandable. Atta and Wulda waited centuries between the two pairs of three and centuries after for young Anokhen.” “Atta died when he was at least two thousand right?” He nodded, “you’re well informed.” I shrugged, “There’s a diary that mentioned his age. I skimmed it briefly.” “Anything else that it mentioned?” I shrugged, “Dimitris said that Alfred and Emnore waited a long time before they had their first child. They’d been together for centuries and yet Garmesh is only forty.” “Yes,” Helix sighed, “but you’re thinking about something else concerning that.”

“Thanks for going to get it.” Feeling uncomfortable, he nodded. “The side effects are pretty awful, according to the box.” She shrugged as she swallowed it with orange juice. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad, and it’s a good idea to be certain. I’m too young for a baby, and you’re much too old,” she teased. “Let me show you how old I am, woman.” With a playful growl, he lifted her from behind the breakfast cart and carried her through to his room, where he made love to her with the vigor of a man half his age.

She patted my shoulder. “Do not worry, Sweetipie. I won't be marrying that guy. He's an old man. I have no plans of sleeping with someone who could pass as my Dad." She acted as if she was going to puke. "That's so disgusting. Why would I go to him when I can have you? What's our age gap? I think it's only five years." Her hands rested on my shoulders, but I slapped them away. Her touch made my skin crawl.

Tonight was the night she’d finally introduce me to the man she wanted to marry, and his son. I had been raised alone by Mom ever since Dad died when I was eight. She was a beautiful and attractive woman, and had given birth to me at just nineteen so our age gap wasn’t that big. Sometimes people even mistook us for sisters. My parents had a huge age difference too. Mom was only eighteen when she married Dad and Dad was forty-six then— an older businessman who’d swept the recent high school graduate off her feet with roses and promises of a perfect life. They’d shared eight years of that dream before a sudden heart attack took him away.

“Are you messing around again? Do you know who that man is? Do you want us to look into him?!” Lily rolled her eyes. Her silence did not stop the questions from coming. Charles was the most worried. He frowned and asked seriously, “No, how’s his relationship with your Abel? Is he a good man? If he’s like those brats you dated before, I’ll be the first to disagree!” George chimed in. “He seems a little old. What is your age gap?” Charles glared at her. “You can’t go for someone that old! There’s a generation gap between the two of you!”

"She's going to stay with us, darling." The first thing I noticed was that Richard was wearing a maroon polo shirt, not one of his usual shirts that my mom bought. He grew stubble, and his hair shows his old age so well. It's becoming white over time. The way he stood shows how much age difference they got. Genevive was in her twenties, and Richard was already fifty-two. Just how much age gap was applicable for love? Richard and his mistress led me inside, and changes in the house welcomed me.

"Adam Cupid." Jason glared at the posters maliciously as if he was going to rip them off the wall. "You do realize Adam Cupid is a kid, right?" He spat indignantly. "You could get apprehended for crushing on a minor." Evelyn flinched backward like she'd been punched in the face. "Are you being for real right now?" She grimaced. "I don't get what's going on in the inner workings of your head but let's get something straight... I'm 25 and Adam is 22. There's just a three-year gap between us. And unlike you, I don't go around dating kids half my age."