Tera Blake Age Novels & Stories

“They don’t fucking need you. I exist now. I’m opening a new fucking dawn for them.” “How old are you?” “What?” “How. Old. Are. You?” Blake's jaw tightened. The amusement in his eyes flickered— just for a second— before settling back into that arrogant grin. “Twenty-six. Why? Planning my retirement party?” “You still have a long way to go. And you have enemies with no one on your side.” I looked at the woman beside him. He noticed it but he said nothing. Then I looked back at him. “I can help you.”

I'd seen Aiden attack and knew Caleb was as good as dead in five minutes. I took a step forward to try to end the fight but Tamara shook her head. "If Caleb thinks you're trying to save him from Aiden, it'll make things worse, don't you think?" I hated that she was right. I hated that she was beautiful. I guess I hated that she knew more about these things than I did. Then again, she had centuries on me even though she looked like a woman in her twenties. If she was Aiden's cousin, it was most likely that she was Vampire born. They stopped aging at the age of twenty-five. Meaning she'd been twenty five for a long time. For how long had Aiden been twenty-five?

“But when you actually have one, it’s complicated. The mind never shuts off. It’s always going. People… they don’t understand that, and trying to find someone who does feels damn near impossible.” My chest tightens as I listen, absorbing a side of him I hadn’t expected to see. “How old are you, Blake?” I ask, trying to soften the mood. He laughs, breaking the tension slightly. “You really have no clue, do you?” His grin is back, but this time, it’s real. “I’m thirty-two. Lucas is thirty, and Demitri’s thirty-eight.” Somehow, the numbers feel like they belong to men with entire histories—lives I know so little about. “And what else do you know about them?” I press, suddenly curious about the

” Gamma Gabe growled again at him and now both me and Abi were laughing, I couldn’t help myself, “Abi, how old is Teresa, like 10?” She paused her laughter for a second, “she’s 14 next month, so Gabe has to wait 4 years to really find out,” she laughs harder, “oh she is going to put you through it Gabe, she’s so spoiled, you better save every penny starting now, just so you can afford your first date,” she cackled. Then she turns serious and looks at him over her shoulder, “wait till my dad finds out.”

At that instant, I felt like I needed her around me more. But Madam Kaelene interrupted, telling her to leave. I smiled, knowing Madam Kaelene was always cold. When Bella left, I asked, “Who is that? Not like a little girl like her can be going through some training, right?” “That’s my granddaughter,” Madam Kaelene replied. “Your granddaughter? You have a granddaughter?” I asked, surprised. She gave me a look that said, Am I too young to have a granddaughter? That was when I really looked at her. She was close to her late seventies. Even though she still looked vibrant, I had always thought she was one of those ancient warriors who sold their lives to duty and never chose a mate or marriage.

A betrayal that broke both our families, though the world only ever blamed mine. I was sixteen when it happened, too young to understand the details, too naive to see the vultures circling. Now, at twenty-four, I’m not that girl anymore. But standing here, under Damien’s icy stare, I felt like the younger me, small, exposed, and fighting a losing battle. I open my mouth to argue, but the door swings open, and my mother storms in. Veronica Blake, in all her Chanel-clad glory, her blonde hair pulled tight, her face a mask of fury. The room shifts, the sharks straightening in their seats. She’s still a force, even if the world wrote her off years ago.

“And a figurehead that doesn’t look like a sixteen-year-old.” Blake raised an eyebrow. “You’re eighteen, I suppose?” “Twenty-three,” I said quietly. “T-Twenty–” Blake’s gaze raked over me. “Ye Gods, you look like a thirteen-year-old with very permissive parents.” I shrugged. It hurt. “I’m offering these terms in good faith. My only condition is that you keep on the workers we have after.” “After the divorce,” Blake nodded. “So you’ve said. “Do you have some particular attachment to them?”

Caleb furrowed his brows. "Is that a couple tee?" "Yeah." "With Jason?" Mitch smirked as he Diana made kissy faces. "How old are you guys?" Tess asked them. "How old are you?" Eva smiled. "I'm thirty one." "I'm twenty eight," Caleb pumped. "We're all twenty six," David spoke for everyone. "I'm twenty five," Diana admitted shyly. "But, you have the brain of a forty year old," Tess praised her. "Hello? You have to tell me now!"

Hard on the heels of the acknowledgment came a rush of emotion, the ache of loss rising up inside her like a flash flood, all the feelings she’d banked for the past few weeks swamping her like a landslide. “Oh, dear God…” she breathed out. Suddenly, Blaze was gasping, tears flooding her eyes, her chest aching with grief and anger and a strange kind of resentment. She was twenty-nine years old! Most people her age were just starting to hit milestones in their chosen professions, moving up the food chain, getting pay raises, buying bigger cars, and bigger houses. Planning vacations or even better, planning a life together with the loved one. Blaze Autumn Bergdahl was washed-up!

Jade's POV Gosh, this fucking sucks, she usually comes home at five-thirty and right now it's-- I looked towards the clock on the oven, it read five-forty-five. How the fuck did time go by so fast? "Mom, it's not what it looks like." I immediately blurted as I pushed Blake away from me. "Really?" she yelled, "so I didn't just walk in on a college junior kissing my underage daughter?" "God mum, I'm eighteen already, I'm not fucking under-aged," her face overturned in horror of me cursing, "Yes mum, I say fuck, I'm not a freaking five year old."