Snow White Age Gap Novels & Stories

he had banned the annual mate hunt where single females were chased down through the woods by groups of males until they found their mates. She had changed all of that, now the females could decide if they wanted to be mated or not and if they chose not to it could be postponed for a year or two. Alexis was secretly pleased that most of the females still wanted to be mated and have pups but some of them did want to go to university or out to work and he now had two female Gammas as well as Gideon and Luke. After receiving her certificate she came back to their seats and hugged them both kissing her passionately until she giggled and told him to save it for later when they had put Zaydon to

"There's just no way this pint-sized dude is older than you!" Winter chimes in, backing Scarlett's doubts with her own. "I mean, you look like you're ten years old," she states matter-of-factly, as if it were written in stone. "I'm not!" Vivaldi retorts, anger flashing in his eyes. "You are!" "I'm not!" "You are!" "Fine!" Vivaldi huffs, teeth clenched. "I'm 311 years old!" Winter's eyes sparkle with triumph, like a cat that has just cornered a mouse. "Aha! I knew it!" she exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Vivaldi. "You meant 11 years!"

She could use her help after all. “You don’t remember?” Swift asked with a slightly uncomfortable expression. She fidgeted within her seat, and Shadow didn’t miss this. “You’re already in your forties. What are you shy about? Tell me what happened.” Shadow frowned and said. Indeed, Swift wasn’t as young as she looked. She looked like someone in her mid-twenties, but she was actually in her forties. And she wasn’t the only one. Shadow looked just as young, but she was actually a few years older than Swift!

I placed my hand on his and the mist curtained between us, obscuring us from one another’s vision, but our touch was enough to keep us together. “As your wife…” *** ** * [Kian] (4 years later) Snow White’s hoot took me out of my recovery meditation. My soul had recovered, but I still needed visits into the mist once a week. I opened my eyes to Snow White playing with Anvi. “Dad!” Anvi jumped excitedly when she saw me get to my feet from the forest floor. Two years and I still couldn’t believe that my daughter had won over the wheel of time. The reality turned out more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

his wolf exclaimed in frustration. “She’s eighteen, you’re not a human to be worried about the legal age and she doesn’t give a damn about your age. And you’re not a forty-plus uncle to be worried about this. You’re ridiculous, Viktor. You both have just eight years age gap. Is that a big deal?” his wolf complains. “It’s nine years,” Viktor corrected. His wolf groaned in frustration. “It’s not about our age,” Viktor said.

I was still against it but there was nothing I could do if they would be fated in the near future. "Why not?" He grasped my hand and intertwined our hands. "If you are worried about their age gap, do remember our six years gap, seraphim." I rolled my eyes seeing how he grinned. He really liked to highlight that part that we were six years apart. "Let's see if you can say that once Harolyn and Saoirse find their mates that have a huge gap from their age." His smile turned into a frown. "Who says our daughters can even meet and be with their mates?"

"That's right." "You expect a specific answer, but there are several, and all of them depend on you." My throat went dry. What was that supposed to mean? He considered me intently for a long time until I almost believed he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. "Snow White. Vampire. The daughter of an elf and a human. You're fated to bring - " "Hold on." I carefully moved closer to Abernathy, so I had a perfect view of his giant mouth. "My mother wasn't an elf."

I look through the glass, and people are already waiting to celebrate with the new married couple. The full circus. I stop next to this man I barely know, and we wait in tense silence. This gives me a second to study the man's features: dark eyes and hair, a strong chin, and a slightly crooked nose that tells me he’s been in more than one fight. He is tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. From what my father told me, Salvatore is forty years old—that’s a seventeen-year difference! I’ve never dated anyone with that much of an age gap. Well, get real, Helena, you are not dating; he is your husband, and not by choice.

I asked. "I'm 30 years old, just like Rhaegar," he said. So, we had a twelve-year-old gap! They were right to call me kid, but age gaps were nothing new since werewolves age slowly and can live up to five hundred years. I decided to tease him, "You're an old man," he frowned at me, and I called him an old man again. "I don't think I like that," "Let's agree," He put his palm under his chin, waiting for me to continue.

“There’s been nothing between us for over five years, Kristina, and you have accompanied me on at least two trips since. So why would it?” She sighs and nods. “True… I never realised how long it’s been… and we’ve been on three trips together, not two.” “Yeah, well, who’s counting?” She looked hurt for a moment before she sighs and shakes her head. “Well, clearly not you, now tell me you and… Winona, what’s going on there?” “Is it strange that she’s so much younger?” “Oh please, we’re werewolves. You don’t look a day past forty. Who cares how old you are?” She shakes her head, drinking her coffee, which, unlike mine, is half milk and full of cream.