Straw Hat Age Novels & Stories

I rise to my feet, “That hat, was it even in the clothes I gave you to change into? And why do you keep wearing it? All the time?” He blinks, caught off guard, eyes wide and vulnerable like a kid's. Soft, almost delicate, you want to protect him. Maybe it's the age, twenty-three and barely out of his teens, or maybe life just hasn't hit him hard yet. “Take it off, dark suit, green hat? That’s not a look, that’s a mistake, Sam."

“Sir… isn’t that risky? What if I lose my life? I’m still young, not old enough for something like that…” He tilted his head, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Huh? And what does that mean?” “Sir, I’m just 19,” I admitted, biting my lip. He scoffed, stepping back with a chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “19? Who the fuck even employs an underage in my company? Why do you look older? I thought you were like 24 or something.” “No… not at all, sir.”

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

I geared up to present her with my conundrum. She wrinkled her nose. “Oh, dammit. I hate that there always has to be a caveat to a good fairy tale.” “It’s not terrible. Well, maybe it is. He’s a little bit older than I am.” She shrugged. “How much?” “Eight years. He’s thirty-two.” She bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s not terrible. You’re a mature young woman. You’re not out at the clubs every night and acting foolish.”

“Coat’s at the cleaners and this old thing doesn’t go with the hat.” “Were you in the army?” “Two tours then retired.” “Retired? How old are you?” “Almost thirty.” “Huh.” “What?” “I thought you were older. Maybe it was the hat. Funny how age difference matters less as you get older.” “Matters less for what?” She’s close to me, her eyes big and deep, her shoulder touching mine. She smiles and I kiss her lips, lightly.

" Peter mocked her. She scoffed loudly and pouted, running towards Karen. She squeezed tears out of her eyes and complained to Karen that Peter was calling her dumb and was comparing her to a one-year-old kid. "Remind me of your age again, Miss Harriet." Patrilia asked her. He was wondering why she liked acting like a kid. She was too childish for her age. The first time he met her, he was sure that she was lying about her age and that she was still young. If it were not for her pack's identification card, which he had managed to see, he could have never believed her age. "I'm twenty-seven; why?" She asked. The tears she was shedding on her face had already dried away.

I feel like he’s weighing my answer. “Wait, here,” he ordered and went to the old man. I think he’s already in his forties. He is still wearing the long white hat. He looks dignified and well respected by the others. I don’t have any idea what they called him. But honestly, I don’t care. All I want is to enter the heavenly realm freely.

I Know already that Mike own Everything that has to do with Claw. He led me to an empty table facing the quiet lake and i sat down on a chair, him taking another accross me. I look back to see some kids smiling at me , they wave and i wave at them in return. The eldest whose age is likely to be 17 walk up to me bravely and said. " Please can i get an autograph Jillian Don?, You can sign my hat " She said extending her hat to me. I smile sweetly at her and pul out my pen from my silver bag.

He then stopped and walked towards me, bending down to my level as I was sitting then he whispered in my ears, "Did nobody tell you that you don't find me. It's me who finds you?" Of course I did. That's what they said about Alessio Romano. He was only eighteen when he took over his step father's empire. He's now twenty two. He had a perfect jawline, black hairs,, every visible part of his body that I was seeing were filled with tattoos. He was hot. Too bad he would be dead soon. I scoffed at his words, showing him that I didn't care. He took a few steps back, "Now tell me, why do you want me dead? Is it personal? Or business?"

I asked him, feeling like he was giving me more than I could ever repay him. “Eh, it’s nothing. I will say, if you want to look into my future, I am not opposed to it. Where am I ten years from now?” I looked further than I'd ever looked before. I focused hard, but with the sunglasses it was a lot easier than before. I saw him 10 years from now. He had a small wooden cane with a large circular handle. He had the same green hat, but with a gold clover on it and a red belt across his hat, instead of a black one. He seemed happy, scolding some small leprechaun child. I told him exactly what I saw and he lit up like a Christmas tree.