Wicked Age Rating Novels & Stories

"Congratulations for finishing the task everybody, you did great! I would like to announce that every group didn't finish their task has given a second chance, fortunately there is only 5 types of cards was given. So, all of the group who didn't acquired it failed. Now, this your second chance. We will give you ten minutes to get that card on the person who have it, if you succeed then see you on the next round." That means, only ten people would go to the next round and twenty of them fail. They need to fight for it. "What? This is unfair! We work hard for this!" "No way!" "I can't believe this!" "Damn!" "It seems like we can move forward." "Now this is our chance." Everyone in the room say

grumbled Wiggy. "As I thought, you like my sister!" Phillip whispered back. “Get out of the way, Wiggy! She's only thirteen!" Wiggy wagged his hand. “Come on! Three years is not too far an age ratio." "You mean 103 years?" The curly-haired youth fell silent, a second later shrugged his shoulders. "I never really got old, after all" "Get away from him or I'll choke you until your eyeballs are out of place!" "Are we close yet?" Lillian interrupted, too lazy to hear other arguments.

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

Darkness is coming soon. Moriana went into her brother's room. "Good morning Garrick". She said, smiling at him. "Good morning little moon,how are you today". He said smiling,as he struggled to get to his feet. "I'm fine Garrick,....... ...... you're not strong enough mister.You're just recovering". Moriana protested. Garrick grunted . "I will be fine,so don't worry about me". He watched her,as she prepared his tea.The gem on the necklace fell out from her breast, dangling in the air as it started emitting a low blue light.

Suffocating. Veronica closed her eyes. Thirty-nine days since her forty-first birthday. She hadn’t celebrated. There had been a small cake, yes—vanilla with too much icing, the way her mother liked it—and a card signed by both parents in careful, matching handwriting. But no party. No friends calling to toast her. The few people she’d once called close had drifted away during the divorce, choosing sides or simply choosing silence.

“Can’t you read? They say the film is rated 13.” “So?” “Don’t watch it! You are not 13 years old yet!” “Don’t be a pain in the ass. We all know those ratings are fake. They just want to deceive us so we don’t watch good stuff and we go watch those boring colourful things,” Summer defends herself. “That’s very wrong, Summer.” “Yeah? Like you know.” Summer draws the remote closer to herself for protection, almost hugging it. “What’s in this film anyway that you are so afraid of?”

Vance sucked in a deep breath of air before scrambling off the mat and into the locker room, his friends following close behind. “That was the hottest thing I have seen in my life.” Of course Sora would think that. Although, he wasn't wrong. That genuinely was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen a man do for me—or anyone else. I nodded in agreement, Liz doing the same before turning to me and looking me up and down. I knew there were a couple of things she could ask, some worse than others. Her personal favorite was the worst. “Why the hell did he only let go as soon as you nodded?”

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

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.

“You said teacher earlier. Is there someone who taught you witchcraft?” “Yes,” Yulene revealed. Not hiding anymore lies except for the greatest one. “My teacher is a powerful witch. You will be surprised when you looked at her. She is so much younger than her true age.” “Using witchcraft?” Belle asked, if witchcraft can maintain a person’s youthful appearance, can’t it be a potential heal that will always work?