Vivian Bayubay Age Novels & Stories

I heard her moan in pain as I caught her and her tears ran onto my chest, which meant that she was one of those who were injured. Vivian was a small woman, standing only 1.62m tall while I was much taller than her. She had a doll-like face, with heart-shaped, very rosy lips. She had a small delicate face and light blue eyes with black hair, which had a slight natural curl. We always encouraged her to wear more makeup to hide her natural beauty, but she was never keen on doing what we suggested. "I'm here," I whispered in her ear as I looked up at John, who gave me a brief nod.

“The woman being released today, Vivian. Where is she?” The staff member checked the system records and looked up calmly. “Vivian? She was bailed out yesterday.” Ethan stood frozen as cold spread through his veins. Vivian had lived in Stormbay for five years. Her social circle was painfully small, and her whole world had revolved around him alone. So who else could have taken her away?

Kayson understood what she meant and told her, “Stop thinking about the past. Since the danger has been resolved, it’s more important to keep looking forward.” Vivian beamed radiantly. “You’re right. I just feel rather emotional. It’s like losing two years of your life, don’t you think?” “Don’t be too sad about it. Those people will pay for it. Grandpa Zidane won’t let them off the hook.” “My grandpa treats me the best.” Vivian nodded. The two of them chatted while they waited for the food to be served. Vivian was actually an optimistic girl. She was 21 years old and she was supposed to be in university, but she had wasted two years because of the Soul-silencing Curse.

Vivian's expression slowly hardened. She looked out toward the ocean. A child with no registered father. Amara suddenly returning. Ethan paying the hospital bills. Too many pieces were beginning to move at once. "What else?" Michael hesitated. "There is one thing." "Go on." "The child's age." Vivian looked back at him. "Six." Silence filled the room. She quietly did the calculation. Seven years ago. Amara disappeared. Six years ago... A child was born. For the first time in years...

She prayed he wouldn’t fall in love with someone else and get married to the person before she met up with him. Her dreams would be crushed if that were to happen. Although Shawn was several years older than her, Vivian didn’t care at all. It was even better that way. Older men were more caring and loving than agemates. “I know, mummy. I’m trying my best.” Vivian blushed deeply as she responded to Barbara. “Very good, my baby. Keep working harder. Before you know it, you’ll graduate from school and become a successful actress in Beats Entertainments. Like you’ve always wanted.”

Vivian grabbed the box and went into the room to change into the dress Rowan had bought for her. Rowan used the time to walk around the house, checking the layout and designs on the walls. He saw a picture of Vivian when she was a child with her parents. They were on the beach, Vivian was perched on her fathers neck, smiling while her mom was standing beside her dad. That day was her fifth birthday, she had cried and cried that she wanted to go to the beach, having cashed out from one of his betting schemes her father agreed to take them all to the beach. It had been one of the fun moments she had ever had with family, the rest were fights and arguments with her in the middle of it all.

“I know what you’re not—you’re not part of his future.” “You don’t get to decide that.” Vivian gave a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, sweet girl. Of course I do.” Isabel’s breath caught. Vivian took a step closer, her voice softening just slightly. “Let me tell you something, Isabel. Something true. I had Alessandro when I was seventeen. I was barely a girl myself—his father disappeared before he was born. I gave up everything for him. Everything. And I don’t regret a second of it.”

she said scoldingly but I couldn't help but smile. Vivian is older than me by just one year as she is 19 but she acts like my mother and I find it funny sometimes. “I have to take care of father. Once he regains his health I will quit my waitress job," I said softly and she stared at me for a while. “Hope you don't fall sick yourself in the process," she said and I sighed weakly. I really don't have a choice.

Even old enough to be your mother. . Johnson ➡ So? You're probably 30. . Vivian ➡ That's cute but I shouldn't be telling you this but I'm 42. . Johnson ➡ Forty what??? . Vivian ➡ I'm older than my ex husband. . Johnson ➡ Jesus, this can't be true... . Vivian ➡ It is, I just have good skin. . Johnson ➡ But why do you need to go? . Vivian ➡ I need to start afresh and besides people that I know have abandoned me, I need a new lease in my life.

Two of his cohorts were there. “Hey boss, we can’t get you slapped with a child abuse and sexual harassment case,” his doctor commented. “What child abuse? I already told you she’s older than she looks.” ‘Child abuse? What are they talking about?’ Vivian glanced back and forth from her husband to the doctor. She thought that perhaps the doctor misinterpreted her reactions. She did have an age gap with her husband but she was twenty-seven now. “How old are you Beautiful Miss?” the doctor turned to look at her.