Novel & Cerita Vocaloid Ages

She smirked playfully and asked, “How old are you?” Yvie pursed her lips and said, “I’m twenty years old!” Jocelyn chuckled lightly and said, “I’m twenty years old as well!” “Ah!” Yvie did not understand what she meant. Jocelyn’s gaze sparkled as she teased her. “Perhaps you’re older than me!”

I pressed him again to permit me. “I see,” his voice rang in my ears. “So, Valentina, right?” He asked, and I nodded, blinking. “Yes?” I felt confused when he repeated my name. “How old are you, Valentina?” He asked, stiffening me. What the heck? I glanced at the phone screen and then pressed it to my ear, stunned by his question. How does my age matter in this situation? “Um, twenty one?” I said, feeling awkward. “I see…” He sounded a little surprised. Could be my delusion as well though.

My voice was firm but not unkind. She looked barely younger than me—maybe by a year or two. But then again, I wasn’t old either. Twenty-two hardly made me a woman grown, yet my mother had made me feel ancient the moment I turned eighteen. Like youth was something I had lost the right to claim too soon.

the lilt in her gentle voice says that the common tongue isn’t her first language. “So you are claimed?” I say loud enough for the rest. Hoping they’ll avoid putting the kid through any more upset. Far away I couldn’t tell, but up close and personal it’s clear she’s nowhere near old enough to provide the entertainment I was hoping for. Sixteen may be grown, but it’s nowhere near legal or desirable in my mind. Late twenties to early thirties are my sweet spot when it comes to humans. Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly.

"I lost it. I have been searching for my mate since I turned 18, Aranya. And then I found you. I just can't let you go. I have to keep you, make you mine for life, make you my second half." Aranya was stunned by his confession. She was conflicted on what to do next. "And how old are you now?" She asked curiously. "My human age is 31, my real age is 99, I'll be turning 100 in two weeks." He replied. Aranya's eyes widened and she didn't even know when she let out a giggle. "I am 24, Alfredo. Isn't this child abuse?" She questioned jokingly. Alfredo dipped his thumb inside her mouth and then removed it and sucked it off.

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

I gestured toward the boys. “What…?” Cairos asked, his brow furrowed, confused. “I mean… I’m not one of those people who make a minor work. I can’t… I just can’t allow this,” I said firmly, my eyes fixed on them again. He looked at me, expression unreadable for a moment, then a small smile flickered across his lips… quickly gone. “They’re not minors,” he said finally. “What?” I asked, confused. “They’re not minors. This is Caleb, Dylan, Ethan… Caleb is twenty-five, Dylan is twenty-four, and Ethan, the youngest is twenty-one. So no need to worry,” he said calmly.

I wanted to age and die peacefully, I'm happy they didn't force me. “I'm really sorry for not turning into a vampire, I wouldn't have aged. I wouldn't have been old and haggard like this, Owen. I'm so sorry, I'm going to leave you soon." I say looking at him. I love my mates so much and the thought of leaving them hurts me deeply and my children too. They also stopped aging moment they hit eighteen. They are almost seventy now but they look the same as they were when they were eighteen. I'm glad atleast my mates won't be completely alone, a part of me through my children will always be with them.

The MC announced, “… and here comes the creator of the most popular record breaking song, Chen!” A young handsome boy in his early twenties appeared on the TV screen, “Hello everyone…”

She was saying when Anya's scream made her startled. "WHAT THE F*CK!" Anya said with surprised expressions when she added. "I knew. You look minor but I vanished the thought as how Gareth could marry much younger girl but I was wrong. I hate to be wrong. How old are you eighteen, nineteen?" Anya asked making Ava to smile a little at her expressions. "Almost nineteen." Ava said as Anya chuckled at her. "What do you mean by almost nineteen?" Anya asked while putting the strand of her wavy hair aside. Even doing that she looked beautiful.