Young Mga Nobela at Kwento

Them boys love them some Call of Duty. I was putting my cornbread in the oven when Aza ran into the kitchen. "Mommy, i was showing da-da the new toys you bought me. Can he stay and play tea time with me?" She asked innocently. She jumped in my arms and gave me a lil peck on my lips. "Of course Sweetie! He can stay as long as you like." I looked up at Damien and gave him a little smile. He reached out and gave my shoulder a squeeze.

Noah joined, making Leon to frown at his champs and Eleanor laughed. "I love your mommy." Leon said with a shrug and the boys grinned. "We all love mommy." Hope, Liam and Noah said in unison making Eleanor laugh. "I love all my babies and my big baby too." Eleanor winked at Leon and he grinned like a love sick puppy. Life was unpredictable. Yet beautiful.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

I said. The door creaked open and I heard a gasp, it was the guy downstairs, he was covering his eyes. I scanned around the room to see what was making him do that but there was nothing, then I realized. "Have you never seen a guy shirtless before?" I asked, raising a brow. "Y-yes I h-have." he stuttered. "How old are you?" I asked, not knowing it would offend him until I saw his sulky expression. "I'm 17, same as you." he whined.

9 meters tall. He could tell that the young man was only a little over 20 years old and it was possible that he was rather athletic. The young man’s physical quality was considered not bad amongst the masses possibly due to his frequent involvement in playing basketball. He was bright and handsome-looking. Zayn was certain that a young man like this was highly popular outside with plenty of girlfriends.

“How are you this day?” “Oh, Aaron, you’re always so formal,” she replied, smoothing her worn blue frock. “You know you may call me Aislyn. We’ve known each other since we were wee ones.” “Aye, we have, though tis true that neither of us are so wee anymore.” She peered at him for a moment, her brow furrowed, as if she were not sure what he was alluding to. “That is to say, I’m seventeen, and you’re nearly sixteen, aren’t you?”

Jade's POV Gosh, this fucking sucks, she usually comes home at five-thirty and right now it's-- I looked towards the clock on the oven, it read five-forty-five. How the fuck did time go by so fast? "Mom, it's not what it looks like." I immediately blurted as I pushed Blake away from me. "Really?" she yelled, "so I didn't just walk in on a college junior kissing my underage daughter?" "God mum, I'm eighteen already, I'm not fucking under-aged," her face overturned in horror of me cursing, "Yes mum, I say fuck, I'm not a freaking five year old."

She moved to the city to room with her cousin and to attend college. “And you’re only eighteen?” he asked mildly, looking at her like she was a child. That rankled her. He hadn’t looked at her like that when she was Vera. He appreciated Vera as a woman, but as he examined Helen across the desk he looked like he thought she was barely out of diapers. “No, I’m nineteen,” Helen answered, her cheeks burning with fire. “You’ll learn a lot here,” he said positively. “If you work hard with me, you’ll probably have a fantastic job waiting for you when you’re done here. Let me show you your office.”