The Age Of Man Novels & Stories

The image of the man—a few inches shorter than Juke and Jazz but just as broad and attractive, with features too young for a father of grown sons—was burned into his memory. "It's in our genetics. After the age of twenty-five our molecular structure slows down. We then age one year for every ten of your years. That's why my father looks twenty-nine, when he is in fact fifty-two." Juke's matter-of-fact tone couldn't hide the pride in his heritage. "Wowser, will that happen to me too?" Dale couldn't keep the excitement from his voice.

At that time, John was always calm and elegant, but when he saw her, he always asked her not to move and walked to her quickly. At the same time, while running, John thought in heart, "Am I old? I am only fifty-five years old this year, okay? Normally speaking, I am still a middle-aged man now. Why am I old? Elizabeth's words... really hurt my heart!" "Wait, humph! I'll improve that I am actually a middle-aged man with my strength! No! I am still a young man!"

He said as while grinning. "48? Your already an old man."He said making him glare at Valerian. "Shut up! You're already 1000+ years old. Besides, even though I'm already 48 in this form, my handsomeness didn't disappeared."He said as he keep on praising his self.

She cleared her throat, replying with a bitch. "Mr. Gilren, how old are you? Do you think you can seduce me like a pubescent girl?" "I'm 28 years old," Aleandro said calmly. "Mr. Gilren, better if you do early andropause treatment and keep your kidneys healthy before you turn 30." Yuriel bluntly replied. Aleandro smiled, grinning to be more precise. "Riel, did you know that men reach the age of sexuality when they are 33 years old? I'm still at the peak of my sexuality. So you don't have to worry that I won't satisfy you.”

Before this, she had guessed that he was at least 32 years old, but she had the exact answer that he was 36 years old now. Being ten years older than her also meant that he had ten years more experience in this society than she did. A man who was 36 years old was no longer as impulsive and reckless as a young man when it came to speech and behavior. He had a calm and restrained aura that was given to him by his age.

"I realized that I'm still young, so I don't have to rush into marriage," Hayden said. "Why would you think that you are still young, Hayden? Just look at you. Your skin isn't as smooth as before, and you are aging. A human body's aging process speeds up once they are past twenty-five years old, so your body is just going to deteriorate more as the years go by." "Don't try to make me anxious about my age. If I'm growing old, so are you. We are the same age."

I questioned, lifting my voice. "The Alpha of the Goldtail Pack." The man abruptly responded without any uncertainty. I could tell he was old, probably around his late forties. Most Alpha's were at the same age as they had much better influence and authority than teens and youngsters. In the silent, I felt remorse. "How long have you been here?"

Third person POV China. Far away in an unknown village sat a man looking to be in his sixties of age but his ripped body filled with muscles in his lean body will make people stare longer than necessary, at times forgetting that he is old. Looking at the man's face, anyone can see that he was a very handsome young man when he was young. Even now, his looks was still giving of a sharp vibe and his face displayed very few wrinkles of a man his age, only his silver hairs gave a hint of his actual age which was a little longer than it should be almost reaching his eyes. In actual truth he was already in his seventies.

I swear I see his entire world shift in that moment, like he’s just been insulted in a way no one has ever dared before. “What?!” he shrieks, like I’ve just declared war. “I look my age?” I tilt my head slightly, a nervous pout forming on my lips. “I mean… yeah. You do.” He stares at me for a moment, his mouth opening in shock. He crosses his arms and huffs. "I'm not forty! I’m thirty-nine!” I blink. "Thirty-nine. Aren't they both the same thing?" He glares at me as if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life..“No, it’s not.There’s a difference. Huge difference.”

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.