Vocaloid Ages Novels & Stories

Viggo continued. "So, what should I call you? Uncle?" Karina asked. Viggo couldn't understand Karina, and he couldn't understand the pregnant woman's antics in front of him. "No, just call me Viggo," Viggo replied. "But you're older than me. We have a 5 year age difference," Karina responded. Viggo looked at Karina, even though their ages were actually 491 years apart, not 5 years. Because, the real Viggo’s age are 520 years, not 34 years.

“I’m old. You can call me sis.” “No.” Iqbal shook his head. “I wouldn’t call you that. Because you look younger than me. You still look like a high school student.” "Why do you follow my words?" Karina pursed her lips. “Let’s break even.” Iqbal laughed softly. “The age difference doesn’t matter to me. Whether it’s 5 or 6, 7, 8 years. I don’t mind.” “You know I'm 30 years old?” Iqbal nodded. “From the identity check.”

Octavia Pov “Hello, I am Luna Octavia. Tomorrow, everyone from age 16 to age 21 with no pup will be shown to the training area to train. Anyone else above age 21 that doesn’t have pups, or that has pups and still wish to train, please join,” I said. A set of people raised their head. “Yes?” I asked, pointing at one and he is from Middletown. He looks to be about 16 years old.

I smiled at Caleb. He is just eighteen and has such a heavy responsibility on his head. Kids sure know about how to achieve their ambitions unlike me. I was so entangled in my fairytales that my brain thought that just practicing singing would be enough for me to become a singer. How funny. “Hey.” Caleb removed my hand from his head. “Why do you always treat me like a Child, Julia? I’m eighteen you know?” He asked with a frown on his face. “And I’m twenty four dear. That’s a big age gap you know.” I smirked at him, sure that he won’t be able to win in this argument.

Everyone despite being drunk was enchanted by Lisa's voice. "....how old are you now?" She finished and we all clapped as she went back to her seat. We looked around each other waiting for the birthday celebrant to come sing their age before Willow laughed and moved forward. "I'm 24 today. No. I am 23 today. No, no sorry. It's 24 today. I am 24 today. I am 24 today, my fwends, I am 24 today." She sang with a crooked voice and we all stood singing the last verse.

"Yes, I am Aria..." . "Hello Aria! Uh, I am sorry. I did not expect you to be this young. I thought you were pretty older..." . "Uh, maybe I do sound older through the telephone? My voice would change whenever I spoke through a handheld." . "Oh, no. It was just that our regular cleaner was a fifty year old woman, so I thought her substitute would also be between that age, but it turns out to be the other way around." . "... Haha, yeah, I am actually twenty nine... Um... If that helps."

(Juniper’s P.O.V) 4 years later: Walking through the halls of my high school, I keep my head down and try and make myself as small as possible. I don’t feel like dealing with people today, not that I ever feel like dealing with people. Particularly teenagers, especially THESE teenagers. After the rogue attack and waking up in the hospital after spending two weeks in a coma, I woke up sounding like I smoked 5 packs a day. All of the doctors my parents had taken me to, all said the same thing, that I would never get my voice back. Even talking with Fae healers, spell casters, and elves nothing could be done. No one could regenerate the cells of the body to fix this, no one had that type of mag

“It’s 3333.” “Three, four times?” “Yup.” “Alright,” I said, “Then I’m 2020 years old.” “Oh God,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m taking an infant’s virginity.” He nibbled my ear and I could not help moaning. “No,” I whispered back, “The adult age is a thousand years old.” His laughter erupted in my ear. I guessed he loved the banter. “I like you.” He put his lips on the slope of my neck. His facial hair tingled my skin. “A lot.”

, Valentine said, "The last person I want to get called a child is from a teenager." "I remember you told me you were twenty two years old and you look like someone who is still of the same age", to this Valentine gulped but didn't kept shut, "You remember it wrong" "Nope, I remember it right" "Do you think I look like someone who is thirty?" "That's what I am saying; you don't look like someone who is thirty" "You don't remember my name but you do remember my age"

“They were young. Only eighteen or so. It wasn’t until he was my current age that he realized he needed an heir.” Well, needed may be a strong word. More like wanted, but I don’t clarify that out loud as it doesn’t really matter. “How old are you?” Vanessa asks. “Twenty-nine,” I say. “Jake and Jordan are both thirty.” “And you went to Carnage Island seven years ago, right?” I nod, confirming the history Jordan gave her. “We were all twenty-two at the time. I’m only a few months younger than Jake and Jordan .” They have summer birthdays while I have a fall one. But that’s not important.