Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

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.

the old man said putting off his coat and in less than a minute two bimbo walked in . "Get to work fellas" he commanded as a slender one grabbed his d**k while the thicker fed her boobs to him . " Wow , let's get on this ride immediately " the old man said as he began thrusting into the thicker Bimbo cunt while using sucking the slender bimbo's honey pot . " Arghhhh ...... Finish it " the thick Bumbo moaned loudly as the old man slammed his shaft deeply into her pot " Keep it down Bimbo " the old man muttered as he got down from the bed and put off his clothing completely and joined her back in bed .

Leo was the type of person it was hard to just cut out of your life. Ebony rushed her through dressing and attempting to making herself look presentable, before she ushered Amber of the club and to the awaiting taxi. Amber didn’t say shit on the ride to the clinic while Ebony chatted up the driver. The driver was an older gentleman with most of his teeth but no hair on his head. But Ebony liked older men and in her words “They can just take their teeth out and eat your fucking pussy with nothing getting in the way.”

Then, slowly, he lowered his gaze to Becca’s face, then to my dusty sandals. "You have the look of someone who has walked all the way from the beginning of time," the old man rasped in a deep Egba dialect. "And the boy... he looks like he is carrying trouble in that bag." "We need a room, Baba," Becca said, her voice steady. "A place where the wind doesn't carry whispers." The old man spat a stream of kola nut juice into the dust. "Whispers are for the young. In this house, we only listen to the stones. But stones are expensive these days, daughter of the market. very expensive!"

But before I can say a word, Grace lets out a squeal, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Hello, Elena,” the old man says, his tone soft and gentle. The twinkle in his eyes is warm, like he’s fond of me. I try to squeeze my brain to try and recognize him, but nothing comes to mind. I turn to the younger man and he’s smiling softly at me. He has auburn hair, a lot darker than mine and streaked with silver already. I turn to the older man and notice that our blue eyes are the same shade.

"There is some kind of energy here." Bryan nodded in agreement. "We are getting close though," he said quietly as they kept walking. A small cabin finally came into view, its thatched roof sagging and looking old. They wondered how the old man managed to survive in the woods all alone. "This has to be it," Aiden said, his voice low. "It's definitely it." Bryan nodded as he and Aiden went closer. But before they could knock, the door creaked open. "Alphas." The old man's voice rasped from the doorway, his eyes sharp and clear despite his age. He looked at them as if he had known they were coming all along, which was quite shocking to them, especially the part where he referred to them as Alph

“You’ve your old man’s curiosity, that much is certain. No, I don’t have any children, nor do I want any. Babies are responsibilities better left to other men. The only thing worse than screaming, snot-nosed children is a harping, nagging wife from which a man cannot escape. I’m my own man, and I like it that way. My freedom is precious to me.” “Not all women nag, nor children cry,” Raven countered. “Unlike you, I can’t imagine my world without loved ones in it.” She cast an anxious glance at the old man asleep on the cot, and Eben knew her period of distraction had ended. Poor sick devil Henry clung tenaciously to the life he had left. His chest rose slightly at intervals, then, fell again.

An elderly man slowly descended. His posture remained perfectly straight. His silver hair was neatly combed. Despite his age... His sharp blue eyes carried extraordinary intelligence. He wore a simple navy overcoat. Nothing about him suggested power. Nothing... Except the calm confidence with which he carried himself. He stopped a few steps away. Then smiled gently. "You look exactly like your mother." Elena's breathing caught. "You knew her." "I loved them both." The old man replied quietly. "Richard..." "And Claire." --- Gabriel's face became pale.

"Chief Inspector Bethwel Kanda." His voice was firm. "Identify yourself." The old man smiled politely. "You still introduce yourselves before asking questions." He climbed the remaining steps with surprising agility for someone who looked well into his seventies. When he reached the surface, he placed the lantern on the ground. "I appreciate good manners." Bethwel's patience wore thin. "Your name." The old man looked at him for a long moment. "My name is Ezekiel Mboya." He tapped the ring of rusted keys in his hand.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.