Vocaloid Ages Novels & Stories

I tried to stop my voice from breaking and failed. She gave me the look that told me she would drag me by the ear if she had the strength. “Did you? Or were you busy fooling around with that man?” Uh-oh… “Angelica, do you know how old you are?” Yes. Technically, the legal marriage age was eighteen. I was twenty-two. I swear, Nana could read my mind. She glared at me. “You are still too young! What do you even know about relationships?”

he asked the small child who was busy with her third serving of cake. “No thank you, master Johan.” Johan looked taken aback by the honorific. “Don’t call me that. It sounds weird.” he said as he wiped cake from the kid’s face with a napkin. “How old are you anyway? You look about 7 to me...” “That’s about right...” Azra replied, “In your human years I would be 7... in our years, I am merely 3 and a half years of age.” “Eh? You’re that young?!” Johan asked surprised. He took the wine bottle and kept it away from the caladrius. “How about you, Seb? How old are you, exactly?”

He introduced himself and started walking again. I was quietly following him until another important question popped in my head. "What's your age?" I asked, whilst jogging to catch up with him. "What do I look like?" He asked back. "Vampires stop aging after 23 or something so you better be honest with your age" I said, looking straight into his eyes.He laughed. "I'm not that old, just 204 years— I choked on my saliva when he said two hundred and four..He is too old..He must be experienced in controlling his strength.Should I ask any advice from him?

“Can I ask you something?” “Y-yes?” Tiago stuttered as if he was expecting the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s just a question.” “You and Anya seem really young. How old are you?” I asked. Tiago’s face lit up the second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya is twenty, and I’m twenty-one,” Tiago spoke. “I know we’re still young, but—“ “No.” I shrugged. “My parents got married when they were twenty.”

Niffa asked. “I’m 23,” Therens replied. “What?” she uttered as she remembered Rico once again, knowing that she thought of him as 23 years old. “Your highness? I mean Niffa? You okay?” Therens asked staring at Niffa’s sudden sad eyes. “I’m fine. I just remembered something,” she uttered with she a small smile on her face. “How about you? What’s your age?” Nanami asked her. “20” “Both of you are too young,” Cannai said as he look at her lover who was enjoying watching the children.

I smiled. "Huh? What does that mean?" I pouted. 'Jeez, is my joke flop?' "Do you enjoy listening to classical music?" I said it just to get the conversation going. "Isn't it boring?" "Boring?" "Out of curiosity, how old are you?" "Nineteen..." "Your real age, you silly!" I said, giggling. "That's my real age." "But a creature like you can live up to 2000 years old, right?"

Mizu wondered about how weird this guy is, but it's so strange as she felt nothing ill coming from him, instead, his pleasing aura is very comfortable. Zhi let go, and uttered, "Was it's not rude to ask for your age too?" Himari immediately answered him, "17." Akane followed, "I'm 18 boy, you?" His coffee-like eyes brightened, "I'm 17, yes, I'm not the eldest one haha. How about you Mizu?" his lively character is like a virus spreading rapidly. "I'm 15," Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy.

"—Screeeeek!" His sister froze for two seconds, then erupted in laughter powerful enough to blow the roof off. "Big bro! You sound like a frog caught in a door!" Takuto’s expression shifted from shock to shame to fury, finally settling into a complex blend of despair and homicidal intent. "This... is... temporary!" he growled through gritted teeth, but each syllable came out in a different pitch, like a tragic symphony gone off the rails. Takuto Kimura. Age: 9. Physical age: officially entered puberty. Mental age: still the 30-year-old former corporate CEO he once was. And now, his vocal cords appeared to be the first casualty in the war between soul and body.

"I'm a grown-up." "By the way, how old are you?" "Here, the servants gossip a lot. Didn't you hear anything from them?" "Yes, I learned a lot from them, but I neglected to ask your age. So, what exactly is it? What age are you? You don't appear to be that elderly for a CEO. You have the appearance of a CEO straight out of a manga." "Twenty three." "What? You're still young. We're just eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three years old..."

Jordi announces to the table, with the satisfaction of a narrator confirming the official record. Valentina writes in the notebook after dinner: Noa, seven years old. 'Six is just being. Seven is starting to know what you are.' She will spend the rest of her life refining this observation. At seven she has the principle. At seventeen she will have the language. At seventy she will have the depth. The bowl. Made again, at a different resolution. Seven years old. Starting to know what they are. They always knew.