When I Sixty Four Mga Nobela at Kwento

Though I was making that promise at sixty, I felt it wasn't too late. It can never be too late. Better late than never, righty? **** A/N : Yes! So what do you think, guys?

At the light through the windows that have been closed for sixty years and are open now. Saturday, I think. I cannot wait until Saturday.

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

"You watched too many movies in your childhood, miss Lavigne. Do you even know why I preferred my face not to be known in public? Because in that way, I can still roam the streets like a normal guy. And, who said that I am old? I'm just thirty six!" "Thirty six? Thirty six is old. You're nearing forty. Just four more years and you will have so many fine lines and wrinkles all over your face." Zoey just can't stop talking back. Being sarcastic all the time was really normal for her. It was like some sort of defense mechanism on her side.

She coughed out repeatedly with blood proceeding out of her mouth. He grinned, getting up from where he was, and walked away from her. She could finally breathe. Her hands adjusted her black hair that had already stuck to her face as a result of the blood and sweat present on it, tucking it behind her ears. Her training clothes were messed up with dust, sweat, and a little bit of blood. She looked up at him again as he walked away from her, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. "The most important rule of them all. Rule number 6" he spoke. "NEVER FALL IN LOVE"

June said unhappily. “Alright, alright. I won’t talk about business anymore. Let me see if you’ve lost weight.” The Rolls Royce Phantom drove away slowly. “I just saw Goddess June get into that car with a middle-aged man inside!” “Really?” “Yeah! I swear to God.” “Whatever, do you even believe in God?” “It’s true! I swear on my mother’s grave!” “Oh no, two of the four rising stars of the Acting Department were taken away from us. How am I going to live?”

Whereas he just handed me my plate and started to pile on the food to his. “It makes me glad that I can still taste and eat. I think if I couldn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to live so long.” Max chuckled, taking clam and digging out the center. “How old are you? I know Morgan is almost 600 right?” Max laughed. “Don’t let him catch you saying that. He might cry. He hasn’t been looking forward to the big 6-0-0.” I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be much different from the other hundreds.”

His grey eyes for his age still had so much life and his full red lips can make you forget whatever you’re supposed to be doing. “I’ll take that as a no then.” He replies, a self-satisfactory smirk appearing on his face and Karen can’t tell if she wants to slap it off or kiss it off. “I’m not saying you’re not old, I just think your age doesn’t tell on you.” She admits, “How old are you again? Forty?” The smirk on his face disappears, and she smirks at his displeasure. “I’m thirty-six, not forty.” She shrugs, “Still close.” and gets down from her stool and walks to the door. “You should change and get going. Do you need a walking stick?”

My dad looked at her in horror "Guess I will wait until I'm 26 then" I said bitterly

Melvin blushed but did not move away from the contact. "I was born in nineteen twenty three which makes me forty eight and I doubt if your mother has seen forty summers yet."