Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

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.

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 .

I smile at him and hear ‘er groanin’. "She's certainly a demon. How about I give you her and keep the one you came looking for?" I think he's misunderstood things. "I'm not ‘ere to trade women. I’m ‘ere for Ebony. I don't trade women. I mean, I do a lot of immoral and fucked up things but never women or children, so can I have Ebony now?" I stand waitin’, and he laughs. Standin’, I wait, keepin’ my hand close to the knife. If I see the wrong movement, he's goin’ to have a blade through his eye.

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!"

The old man looked at us with a smile on his face. "Your father likes it very much though," The old man joined the chat. He is bald and his eyebrows were already white due to his age. I think he must be around 60-70 years old. "Yes," Siva smiled but her eyes were sad. I didn't know what happened, but it seems like there is a sad backstory behind that topic. She looked up again after a few seconds. "Master Zhou, we are here to get the last book that can reverse the magic of the Black Book. Can you please give that to us? I just learned that there are some people who are still using that and as a guardian, I need to stop them from spreading the spells." Siva told him.