Snow White Age Gap Novels & Stories

Why must there be so many obstacles threatening to get in the way of their love? Was this some kind of test set for them by the Moon Goddess? For what reason, when she did no such thing to any other werewolf couple? Why create such a large hurdle between them? Was it truly because Nex is a white werewolf? And what of Beowulf? Though there have been werewolves with large age gaps, at most it would be a decade. For Beowulf? He was made to wait a whole hundred years to be with his love. What an earth could the Moon Goddess be doing to them?

“He’s smitten with her. Or didn’t you see the look on his face?” Alaina had noticed the look on Conrad’s face. He’d looked like a boy in love. But he was only twenty years old and so technically not yet a fully matured man. Sakura, on the other hand, was twenty-three. Aside from the age difference, they were also siblings—even though adopted and not at all blood related, but still. “I want to go and stay at the hotel,” Alaina suggested eagerly. “We don’t have to be in the same house as her.”

Snow froze mid-step. "No one’s home," Flinch replied, voice low and full of mischief. "They’re all still at Snow’s birthday party." "Still, let’s go to sleep," Ava said stubbornly. Instead, Snow heard kissing noises and froze. "What if someone walks in?" Ava asked. Flinch chuckled. "Then it’s a win-win. I still get to have you." Snow's eyes widened. Her cheeks burned at the reply. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard them like this. They were fated mates, after all. Age didn’t matter when love ran that deep.

Looking at the hints of frost that layered the top of Zivon’s hair, she couldn’t help but say, “…The snow gives off the illusion that we’ve grown old together…” Gently wiping the remaining tears off the corners of her eyes, Zivon replied, “You’re forty years too early to say that.” “…Hey, I’ll only be in my early sixties when that time comes… I’m sure my hair won’t be as white as yours then!” “…What? Do you not like me being older or something?” replied Zivon, causing Xavia to raise a slight brow…

She said more so, questioning herself. The characters in the book had sex, multiple times. She thought to herself. Hanna Schmitz was 36 and Michael was only 15. That was a 21 year difference between the pair. Maya couldn't understand how that was morally right. If Mr. Dawson was 25 he’d only be six years older not 21 she pondered. Besides, she’s read so many romance novels for her to know how romance works but this was different. This was ages, generations apart how could anyone be okay with this?

Her voice trembled with equal parts anger and sorrow. With a groan, Gregor lowered his shoulders. "I made mistakes when I was younger. Your mother was entitled to better. And you deserve the truth, you and Anita. He hesitated, as though considering each word. In actuality, your mother and I had an illicit relationship. We made a valiant effort to conceal the link, which was a secret. However, secrets tend to come to light. And everything changes when they do.

He minus the 2020 to 1988 and her eyes winded after knowing his already thirty years old. "What the heck? That man is already thirty years old? And how many years our gap is...)" she paused and counts in her fingers, "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two—the fudge! Seven years of gap." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

Perfect for me to wolf out, but not as attractive to pack wolves I’d thought. The next thing I knew, he was climbing out of my window like a regular Romeo even though my man had to be late 30’s or maybe even 40. Not that he looked it, of course. If my memory serves me correctly, he had kids my age. Shit! He had kids my age! I hadn’t even considered the age difference. Werewolves were blessed with long life spans and slowed aging. He could pass for 30. An incredibly alluring 30. I didn’t ask his exact age. Frankly, I didn’t want to know the exact age gap. I decided to conveniently ignore it. To outsiders, he’d look older than me by 10 years, maybe. And that was acceptable, right? Maybe not fo

The more she talked the more she hated the truth that was spilling from her lips. “You’re twenty-five years old?” he asked, smiling. His smile made her gasp as the menace disappeared and she saw what a handsome man he actually was. “Yes.” Looking past his shoulder, Ava couldn’t stop the curiosity from making her speak. “How old are you?” “I’m thirty-nine years old.” Fourteen years age difference. He didn’t look a day past thirty. There were no graying hairs or major wrinkles on his face. He looked good for his age, but most wolves looked good.

he replied. "Poor woman. She seems like a nice person," I muttered. The age gap was a big problem, but they didn't care about that. Even though werewolves lived longer than witches, many of our kind couldn't reach the oldest age because of the frequent wars between us and humans. I guessed the red-haired woman was in her early twenties. How could that cunning wizard intend to match her with our son, who wasn't even in my womb yet? I would only approve of him marrying his true mate.