Novel & Cerita 年の差

How dare that disrespectful kid! Blair squeezed her eyes shut. Wan shouldn't have said that. Before she could interfere in their very civil conversation, Wan spoke again. "Well, if a 19 years old can be a kid then a 30 years old can definitely be an old man." He sassed. He wasn't going to back out, that old man started it first, afterall. "I am 27!" Calvin boomed. "Blair, who is this guy?" He turned to her with red face and gritted teeth. The boy was making him lose his cool.

Group hug it is. Finally !

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the doctor says to us “Her wolf has been healing her already. I can see accelerated healing patches, especially when we did an x ray. We can see they’ve cut bits of her bones as well and most of them have already grown back. Not something she can do without a wolf. Especially not in 6 weeks and some of these wounds were fairly fresh.” “But no one in her family got their wolf before 18” my dad said frowning. “She is Beta Daria and Warrior Davies's daughter and they didn't get theirs until 18. I was there for both so that's It's impossible” June looks a little like she is smirking at this point. “Yeah, not so much” she says cryptically. “What do you mean?” I ask

Hearing that, Penelope and Hughie both turned to look at Aisla, hostility flashing in their eyes. Aisla froze for a second, then swallowed hard, straightened her back, and said, "What are you staring at? I'm his girlfriend. You've got a problem with that?" Penelope burst out laughing, her eyes full of mockery as she looked at Aisla. "Do you even know who he is? He's my husband…" Before Penelope could finish, Aisla's clear voice rang through the entire classroom. "He's Milton Peters, spelt M-I-L-T-O-N P-E-T-E-R-S!"

Her office felt suddenly too small. Too bright. He didn’t leave a voicemail. Didn’t text. He just wanted her to see it. That realization made her throat tighten. He wanted to remind her he could reach her. But chose not to. Power didn’t always look loud. Sometimes it looked like restraint. --- That evening, a package was waiting at her apartment. No sender. Inside was a silk scarf. Dark blue. Soft. Expensive. Her full name printed neatly on the delivery slip. Not Ari.

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She sneered, “You like them young, don’t you?” Albert’s eyes squinted as he stared at his daughter with confusion. “Your wife... You like them young. Alana Miller 7 years age gap. With my mother, you have an 11-year age difference. Allison at a 25-year age gap. I’m beginning to think that my next stepmother is still in grade…” Before she could finish her sentence, a wine glass almost collided with her face. The sound of the breaking glass caught the people from outside the room's attention.