Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

Rose sobbed silently as she could guess already that Sandy is confused and is not ready to even question her or trust her. ****** "Kitty?" the old man gasped as he drank the whole matter bottle in one go. Elena crossed her legs in a dominating way as she smirked at the old guy who was sweating purposefully. "Your Kitty." She added with a wink. "What do you want?" The old man asked, checking his surroundings if anyone saw them or not. "Just help me to migrate to another country and help to get a peaceful life there. So it's as simple as that." Elena kept her demand so simple but that old man is sure that it wouldn't be so simple.

The old man asked himself before he tried to say another word out. "Hello...?" the old man said tentatively. His voice sounded the same as usual, like the croaking of a frog than anything a human could ever wish to imitate. "Who is he, brother?" Uwyn asked after she heard and saw the pitiful state of the dirty old man. "He is what we came here for, Uwyn. The one we've been searching for all this time. Our lost father, Eldon Maverick!" Maru responded in a voice that showed his feelings. Like the cold of a winter night.

When it comes, his answer is silent, more like a feeling that fills me. He’ll be with me, whatever I choose. *** The old man hums as he flips through my mother’s journal. His glasses sit perched on his nose as he squints, and I wonder if he can see. My father said this man is one hundred and is one of the oldest and wisest Lycans. “I can translate the entire journal for you, but it will take a bit of time,” the man says, looking up. “However, there is an entry that may be of current interest for you. Would you like me to read it?”

A woman with an amazing figure was on her knees fanning at the old man. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man made his way to the back of the old man, bowed down a little, and said softly, “Sir, Steelification Doyen has set out on his journey.” The old man said calmly without even opening his eyes, “Tell Zeus Yankovich that he can have Kayson’s life, but I want Kayson’s head.” “Yes, sir.” The middle-aged man immediately turned around and left. As for the old man, it appeared that the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sniggered.

However, the old man asked her to come to his cabin for a little talk. Rebecca entered the cabin and asked the old man, "Yes, Sir, what conversation do you want to have?" The old man who wore his big glasses tried to adjust them before finally starting to speak. "Dear, yesterday one man came to look after you?" "Man?" Rebecca felt stunned. "Yes," Rebecca thought about Edwin and asked the next moment, "Sir, did he tell you his name? Or can you tell me about his appearance?" "Dear, I don't remember the name." He looked at her and added, "But he looked like a gentleman. He was wearing very expensive attire and with his appearance, he looked like from a rich background."

He is not used to these kind of places. While my thoughts are preoccupied with Devyn, the hairs on my neck stand up when someone taps me on the shoulder. I quickly whirl around. “Do you want some fat crabs?” says the old man who only has one tooth left and its gold. On his hands are two bundles of obviously malnourished crabs. I wince as I stare at the poor crabs. “No, thank you.” I turn my head around but I still can’t find Dad and Gloria. Where are they? I need to get out of here so I can avoid Devyn!

In the center of the room, a very old man sat in a chair made of driftwood. ​He was thin, almost like a skeleton. His skin was like grey paper. But his eyes... his eyes were a bright, terrifying green. ​"So," the old man said. His voice sounded like two stones rubbing together. "The puppies have found their way home." ​"Are you... the Old King?" I asked, stepping into the room. ​The man laughed, and it turned into a cough. "I am Silas Thorne. And I have been waiting for a Sterling to walk through that door for eighty years."

Seeing this, Jason did not hesitate and rushed to the back mountain like lightning. However, after arriving at the back of the mountain, what came into his sight was not a bald donkey, but an old man in his 80s. "Greetings, Sir, I am Aldrich from Babylon." Looking at Jason, the old man said with a smile. "Aldrich from Babylon?" Jason frowned. "Sir, you seem to be a little disappointed when you see me." Aldrich said.

This was what I was trying to avoid. “Ah,” the old man said, noticing our reactions. “Do you two know each other?” He pinballed between us. “No,” I said quickly, my voice firm. Ethan hesitated, then confirmed, “No, we don’t.” The old man smiled, oblivious to the tension between us. “Ethan is my grandson. He’s the one I wanted you to meet. He is the man behind my happiness right now.” The old man placed one hand on his shoulder. It was interesting to watch them. With Ethan next to me like this, the room that was originally large felt suffocating like it was closing up on me.

Ellen insisted, her voice tinged with a hint of secrecy. “You know, I want to believe that I've lived a long time on this earth. I mean, I'm 68 years old," the old man chuckled softly, his eyes filled with wisdom and empathy. “I've witnessed many strange things in my time, and I think I can recognize when someone needs help, even if they don't admit it. You all seem like people running from something or someone, and I'm sure whoever or whatever that person may be, they are very dangerous. However, you know what? I've won my local shooting competition ten times in a row. You'll be safe here with me," he reassured them, his gaze conveying a mix of compassion and determination.