Vocaloid Ages Novels & Stories

I flashed him a smile. "And I am Romeo, the bassist," said the guy with a beanie. "I know you too, but pleased to meet you, Romeo." "While I'm Harold. I do vocals and guitar, and Milo's brother," said the one that is right in the middle. "Hi Harold, of course I know you." I smiled at him. "You seem to be the youngest member, tell me, how old are you?" "About to be eighteen on January." He replied to me, smiling.

"Well ... he's my idol. When I was young, I used to watch him on TV. He started his singing career since childhood. I'm a big fan of him. He was also an inspiration to me." His eyes grew darker. "I mean, he's one of my idols who has been ... my inspiration." "And you like him?" "He's one of my idols, of course I do." "And he wants to meet you, huh?" he pinned me on the table darkly, crouching a little more so he could trap me in between his arms. "He's too old for you, Kaia." My eyes rolled. "I-I don't think of him that way! And he's not that old either, ah. He's only two years older than you. And that makes him five years older than me. Not too old like what you're saying."

A breath of air escaped her lips, astounded by this young child’s wisdom. "When did you become so insightful?" Visenya asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Well, I am almost eleven years old," Synora responded, her words carrying a hint of pride. Visenya embraced Synora, playfully tousling her hair. "Eleven going on seventy," she teased affectionately.

He watched from the front of the room. Elder Voss was standing near the eastern wall. Elder Voss was sixty-three years old and had been constitutionally difficult for as long as Kaelen had known him, which was the full length of his tenure and then some. Elder Voss had opinions and the opinions were numerous and specifically held and not easily revised and he expressed them with the frequency and volume of someone who considered expression a civic duty. Elder Voss made a sound.

I heard someone say. I’m Vladimir Karatza, King of all Vampires. I’m thirty-eight years old, and I still look like twenty-four. Like vampires, we aged slowly, and drinking blood helps us stay young. I’m not mated and not because I don’t want to, it’s that I haven’t found her yet.

Sorry, two beautiful voices. I then sing, "My love for you will not change even if swallowed by the time" let me keep it in this heart of sincere love." "Very good," said Kacey. "I think I heard it somewhere at a time." "It's an old, 1990s song," I said, "and the original singer died about your age." "What?" “The late diva's name was Nike Ardilla,” I said. "Yes, I know that name." I then told Kacey.

I say, astonishment in my tone Andrea arches a brow at me “Do people in the east not come of age at 16?” Crap. “They do, it’s just that going to war against vampires must have been tough.”

his wolf exclaimed in frustration. “She’s eighteen, you’re not a human to be worried about the legal age and she doesn’t give a damn about your age. And you’re not a forty-plus uncle to be worried about this. You’re ridiculous, Viktor. You both have just eight years age gap. Is that a big deal?” his wolf complains. “It’s nine years,” Viktor corrected. His wolf groaned in frustration. “It’s not about our age,” Viktor said.

“I… uh…” “I like you, Ariana,” Alexei said, cutting gently through her hesitation. “A lot. I know I joke around a lot, but this isn’t one of those times. I really, really like you. But…” He hesitated, his tone turning soft. “You’re still young.” “I’m eighteen,” Ariana said immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’m legal.” Alexei chuckled quietly. “And I’m twenty-six.” She smirked. “Eight years. Big deal. Donatella’s twenty, and Mikhail’s twenty-eight. What’s the difference?”

She looked like she was the oldest in the group, maybe twenty if I had to guess. Tessa waved towards another girl sitting in front of a mirror, straightening her thick bangs. She had to be around nineteen or twenty as well, and I was guessing that Tessa may have been the youngest at eighteen. "Molly, but we also call them Em, sounds just like the letter. Either is cool." Tessa said, reaching out her hand to point out a lock of hair that had been missed by the straightener. "Anyway, they're our drummer." Molly smiled appreciately up at Tessa as they grabbed the curl. She turned around and headed back towards her discarded guitar on the couch.