Best Older Woman/ Younger Man Romance Novels & Stories

"Romana, stop!" he tried to avoid the woman's kisses when he succeeded in getting her into the condo. "W-Why? I-Is it because I'm old that's why you don't like me? A-Am I no longer beautiful in your eyes?" He stared at the woman's attractive face. Everything that comes out of her mouth is just the opposite. In fact, he doesn't know that Romana is already forty years old. If Billy hadn't said it, he would have thought she was only in her twenties because of how young she looked.

“And this is my fiancée, Hana Verlice.” “Oh, she’s as pretty as the news says,” the elderly woman said with a bright smile. She had to be close to eighty. “You did well, Elijah. Now I don’t feel so bad you didn’t end up with my granddaughter. But do let me know if it doesn’t work out — the offer still stands.” She laughed at her own words, and her husband gave her a light nudge, silently telling her to stop. The smile on Hana’s lips faltered. Her fingers pressed harder around Elijah’s arm.

After a short chat, the woman asked Javier if he had seen Lloyd. Finally knowing that she was here for Lloyd but not knowing what for, Javier did not ask either as it was her personal affair, so he pointed at where Lloyd was. When she followed Javier’s finger and spotted Lloyd, she shook her head with a wry smile and nodded at Javier in thanks. She left after that, leaving even her flute of champagne. Javier could not help recalling a video clip online as he watched her enchanting back retreat. In that clip, someone said that she had visited some old ladies. When one of them, who was 52 years old, saw her, she warmly held her hand and asked, “Young lady, you’re absolutely delightful. How old

Harry was going too far. "And how did you know I had the best time IN MY LIFE?" I stressed. "Because you wouldn't stop moaning my name. Ha..rry..." He teased me. "What the..." I gasped. What the hell is wrong with him? "Honey, they remind of our youth days. We would keep denying that we weren't in love with each other." The old woman chuckled as she placed her head on her husband's shoulder for a while. "Lady, I was just like you. If you really have feelings for him just say it before some other girl snatches what yours. You don't want to grow old regretting your actions." The woman spoke.

As she mooned her eyes, the wrinkles on her face crumpled even more. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to sound like an old man,” Mingyu apologized, giggling. “Anyway, the owner of this store is an old man, right?” “Right, it’s Ben.” “Then, is Ben your…?” Mingyu let out an unfinished question that was easy to read because of his expression. “No,” the old lady laughed hard. “Ben isn’t my husband. He’s a friend.” “Ohhh, a friend,” Mingyu answered, quite disappointed. He couldn’t believe that a man and woman can remain as friend for that long time. Looking at the old lady, he guessed that she might be in her early 80’s; and Ben must be sharing the same age.

Carmen responded while gazing into the elderly lady's tender eyes. For a moment, there was total silence in the room. Then the lady sympathetically smiled at her before turning around. “You seemed like you have been around for many years,” Carmen called out. The lady stopped in her tracks, redirected her eyes back to Carmen, and said, “To be precise, I will be sixty this year. This hotel has been kind to me by not taking my job away from me at this age.” “Have you been deep in love?” “Of course.” “And got your heartbroken.”

“And yet you still agreed to dance with me.” Before I could respond, someone suddenly bumped lightly into Brandon’s shoulder while passing, apologizing quickly before continuing on. The brief interruption made me step back a little, finally putting some breathing room between us. I was grateful for it until an older woman passing by slowed near us with a knowing smile on her face. “Well, aren’t you two just adorable,” she said warmly. My entire body stiffened. Beside me, Brandon politely smiled. “Thank you.” The woman’s gaze moved between us before she sighed dramatically. “Young love. I miss it.”

I looked at Jordan seeking an explanation but he seemed too embarassed, his face flushed and pale. "I can't believe it. My Jordan is dating again..." An old woman who seemed to be in her early sixties hugged me so tight that I couldn't breath.Just looking at her, I could tell she must have been a beautiful young woman. She must really take care of herself."You are so beautiful." "May you two always be together..." She clasped her hands together.They think we are dating.Sweet heavens. "Come, I will show you Jordan's embarassing photos..." She snaked her arm over my shoulder and walked me in.

"Ready for whatever comes next?" He smiles, that devastating smile that first captured my heart. "With you? Always." Unknown Location The woman sits in shadows, her weathered hands folded over a photograph of a young man with dark hair and familiar eyes. The candlelight flickers across her face, revealing features that were once beautiful but are now carved by loss, hatred and old age. "Nonna," a young man says, his voice carrying the careful deference of someone who has learned to fear their elder's anger.