Novel & Cerita The Age Of Man

“Yes.” A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “How old are you?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. The man scoffed, his fingers effortlessly working open the buttons of his crisp white shirt. “I’m in my late thirties,” he said casually, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. Isabella’s eyes widened as she sucked in a sharp breath. Late thirties? He looked far too young for that—she had pegged him at early thirties at most.

The sun made me blink. I pushed myself up on my elbows. It was no easy task and the pain that followed was alarming. The old white-haired man came to stand in front of him. "You okay, boy?" I smiled, a mean smile. "I'm just fineboy." The man froze, then held back a grin. But the many crow's-feet along his amber eyes deepened. "I'm kicking seventy-nine, boy, " he said. "And in a few more days, it'll be eighty."

I groaned, emphasizing on the word ‘little’. “Okay, little mate!” he chuckled, pulling me by my waist, I crashed into his chest, groaning as I felt his large arms wrapped around my tiny body. “21 years is no longer little.” I groaned, tugging at his arms on my neck before resting on his vast chest. “To a forty-two-year-old man, you're little!” he chuckled, his chest vibrated on my ears and I hastily moved away from his chest. “Forty what?” I gasped, staring at his face. My eyes widened in shock when he shrugged off his shoulders like his age didn't mean anything to him.

"You called for me?" Sitting on the tardy chair was a short wiry man with stiff hair and an ugly frown. He was maybe in his late fifties, though he claimed to be older. This mad man told me he was using the powers of the darkness to make himself younger and he was way older than I thought.

I asked, unwrapping one and holding it out to him. Will took it and gnawed on it, his face unreadable. “You know I’m thirty, and you’re nineteen, right?” “Right,” I replied. “Age is just a number. And guys my age? They have the maturity of a tadpole. I think they only think about their tadpoles.” He chuckled. “As a man, I can tell you it doesn’t get that much better as we age. We just hide it better.” “Liar,” I said.

I grin and bring the coffee pot to refill his cup. "Thirties?" he questions and I shake my head and point my finger upward. He shrugged, unsure of my true age. "I'm forty-eight and past menopause, so no children and no husbands," I pursed my lips and glared at him. "You're a baby, I'm over 300 hund," he closed his mouth quickly and looked away from my questioning look. I rolled my eyes at the strange man and headed back to my dishes. I glanced over at him, there was something very odd about him, sometimes his eye looked like it glowed and his hair looked like it was black and red. I purse my mouth and dry my dishes, putting them away when finished.

"Age is just a number, Hakeem. But since you are really interested to know how old I am, I am going to say I am old enough. I am old enough to do everything and anything." Hakeem bit his lips as if he was thinking. "Master once said we never really know how old we look until we start to think about what we have achieved in our lives." "Does achievements justify a human stay on earth?" Blackwheel asked. "It does, sir. In India, there is an age for women to get married. Once a woman starts turning thirty and she is yet to find a man, her situation is considered questionable. The same goes for a man. There is a time and season for everything. Don't you believe in that, sir?"

he says, curiously. Yeah, his way of saying, I’ll let you take over for the moment, but just remember who’s in charge. “Okay, how old are you,” I ask. “I’m 145 years young, and no I’ve never married, no children … yet. I’d love a big family,” he says confidently, raising his eyebrow. Most women would interpret that statement as … well what’s wrong with him? In all those years there’s not been one single woman that wanted to put up with him?

They had a for year old daughter. However, a married man he was, he was still the dream man of all girls and women of different ages. At his current age of thirty years old, he looked young and very handsome. he has nice flawless skin, a perfect firmed body, and a perfectly molded face as if God had made him a perfect creation when he created human beings.

The man in front of me was 90 years old, formed these auction houses at 20 and since then, had become one of the best auction houses in the continent. So sad though. He was just 90 years old and he looked like the lights in his eyes were about to die out. That was the reason why we were superior, a ninety year old wolf would still look like a 15 year old child. The old man, irrespective of my thoughts, walked slowly at his own pace to the stage, his face filled with lines of wrinkles and a soft smile as he gazed at the people looking at him. Everyone was pleased and clapped their hands, even Cayden and I clapped excitedly.