Novel & Cerita The Age Of Man

"Do you think it's up to you whether you're trying for a third child or not?" Curtis responded, "I’m not doing it every day; it’s only two or three times a week." "Sure. Two or three times a week, but each session lasts for four or five rounds, and each round is about half an hour…" It was often said that men were at their peak between the ages of 30 and 40. Margot didn't think that statement was false. She felt relieved that she was young; if she were as old as Curtis, she would've been exhausted by now.

He pleads, tears streaming down his cheeks. He’s a beast of a man, typical Alpha build but with short brown hair and deep blue eyes, his chiseled jaw and cheekbones would make any model want to kill him, making him look even younger than he is. We stop aging at 40 so for all I know, this man is like 400 years old. I have never seen an Alpha cry, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I feel bad because of course he’s my uncle but on the other hand, I don’t really care because I don’t know him.

“Hey! You don’t get it, it’s all the rage now to date mature men! Furthermore, a mature man is not really an old man. Look at Director Zayn, he does look a little mature, right? He is only thirty-two years old. It’s when a man is at his most charming age! I want a mature man like that. I really want one.” “Tessa, introduce one to me please!”

A smile etched on the man's lips. Those last words took Baby by surprise. She did not think that the man expected this. "Ten years from now, that means you will be old?" Baby looked at the man with a gentle gaze. "40 years, am I too old to be your husband?" Christian frowns. Baby smiled then shook her head. "Of course not, that means you're 2 years older than Dollan. I don't think you're old to be my husband. I don't mind the age difference."

Gian challenged. "Hmmm... maybe thirty, approaching forty?" Abigail answered lightly. "Come on! I'm only about twenty-eight!" Gian exclaimed, indignant. "Then do you want to be called an old man?" Abigail shot back. "Of course not! An old man is someone with wrinkled skin, a big belly, and a bald head..." "Especially when my aunt is only twenty-five. She doesn't deserve to be called an older woman because she's younger than you," Abigail debated, making Gian chuckle.

"That old man won't surely mind. It's his suggestion to let Maezy hire a driver." I didn't know why the word "old" stung my heart. His portrait in their room then sailed in my thoughts. No matter how many times I thought about it, he never looked old. He was still at the prime of his life, oozing with sexiness in his mid-thirties. Not only that, he even possessed the qualities of my dream man!

he said. " We aren't immortal but the moon goddess blessed us with many things and one of them was our age and beauty. Werewolves stop ageing after 23," he added. " That's old," I said softly, looking at him with my widened eyes. " I am going to show you what this old man can do, kitten," he said before standing up with me in his arms. I immediately wrapped my legs around his torso as he got us out of the bathtub and walked to sink. He made me sit on the cold marble sink top as he began to wipe me. After he was done with me. He wiped himself.

I can build all of my fantasies over that image only. Jesus Nate, get back to yourself. So damn unprofessional. "Age?" I asked. "Thirty four." "Oh, great! " The words left my mouth without permission. The excitement in my tone alone gave me away. Confusion tightened his brow and I immediately cleared my throat, "You know, thirties are a good age I mean, great age even, you're not in your twenties, so not too young, neither in your forties and people look at you as too old," I started to ramble, trying to hide the fact that I am so excited that his age checks perfectly on my man-of-my-dreams list, "So, thirties. Great age. Yeah."

He runs a hand over his chair and leans back in his chair, and my smile falls as I glimpse the grief still creasing his their faces. I can see the wear the years have had on his body too, yet he still looks similar to the last time I’d seen him. Only a few more lines crease his handsome face. I need to remind myself that although we do age, we have an extended life as wolves. So since aging slows in our twenties these men might be much older than the fifty-odd years they look. I keep my annoyance off my face, wishing I’d put more work into noticing the subtle marks of the years on our kind while in the human world.

“How old are you, old man?” “Not a chance knowing.” “C’mon! You’re not a lady, old man. It’s not a problem if you divulge your age. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” “Eighty-six.” I choked on my peach. He laughed as I started hitting my chest. “Werewolves are sturdy. Forget everything about the human world.” I nodded, frowning. He was so old that he could be my grandpa. Was he? It didn’t seem like it. I’ve never heard of a grandpa before, only a grandpa that refused to meet me.