Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

a voice called from behind I turned at once and saw a man with a white beard, dressed in a white suit "Who are you sir?, and how do you know my name?" I asked my mother and sister walked to where I stood and they greeted the old man before me "I guess we haven't met each other in a better circumstance but that's about to change, I'm Edwin Pendragon, the great and fearless man, and also the biggest oil mogul," he said

Though no longer young, the old man carried himself with remarkable authority, and his eyes radiated the absolute dominance of an unrivaled ruler. The man was Grand Mr. Bronson. "Watch your mouth, you bastard!" Grand Mr. Bronson roared. His deep baritone voice thundered with intimidation, instantly silencing every whisper throughout the room. Kyle clutched his burning, throbbing cheek. The corner of his eye twitched as overwhelming shock overtook him. He recognized the man standing before him. This elderly gentleman was a living legend in the international business world, the head of a business empire that stood far above Stevens Corporation.

I heard a voice, the fucking old lady was about to scream when I covered her mouth with my palms, “Granny…!” The voice kept calling while coming closer, the old lady struggled to break free from my hold, she's really stubborn, I had no choice but to start stabbing her I gave her nine stabs on her tummy and slowly pulled away as she fell in her pool of blood on the bed, I began looking all over the room for the phone but heck! It was almost like it turned invincible and I couldn't find it, “You’re never going to find that phone” The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth,

Ebony's POV Darkness. That was all I could see as I ran into the woods. Then, I suddenly bumped into something hard that made me fall to the ground. I looked up to see a man that looked about fifty. He had Red eyes and was wearing a black cape. "Hello, My Little White Wolf," he said "Who are you," I asked nervously. Something about him scared me, and I could sense that he was evil.

Then a voice answered. “Neither did anyone else.” All three of them spun around. An elderly man stepped from the shadows. White hair. Neatly trimmed beard. Elegant black suit. Despite appearing nearly eighty… His posture remained perfectly straight. His blue eyes settled on Aurora. Then softened. “My goodness…” His voice trembled. “You have your mother’s eyes.” Silence. Aurora’s pulse raced. “Who are you?” The old man smiled warmly. “My name is Elias.” He bowed slightly.

The old man greeted me while I was still amazed, looking at beautiful flowers that my nanny planted. “How can I help you?” The old man asked me with a smile. I think he’s around seventy-five or eighty; he is wearing thick eyeglasses, a plain white closed collar and black slacks. “I am sorry, but are these still all the flowers that my nanny planted?” I asked him while pointing to those lovely flowers “And who is your nanny?” He asked “It’s Silva, nanny Silva” I answered with a smile, and he smiled back when he heard the name of my nanny.

Jon said with an anguished face. "You brat, you stinky brat, I've been protecting you since when you were young like a bodyguard, and here you are, calling me a madman" The old man was stunned and he cried out in frustration, his white beard moving up and down. "Haha," Elena's sweet laughter could be heard from the side. "You're protecting who? Old man, can you even protect your 10 dollars?" Jon asked, looking at the old man with disdain. "Hiss" the old man hissed and said "What do you know? I spent thousands of bucks on this world's worthless wine and alcohol that I don't even enjoy. Oh, how I've missed my world." The old man said with a nostalgic expression.

Were they books? “I see you are here, daughter…” A low yet firm voice sounded in the cave. Vivian turned in the direction of the bed to find an old man getting up from a small bed in the corner…. No ‘old’ would be an understatement. He looked ancient; long, flowing white beard; sunken eyes and a back bent with age. His skin was so wrinkled that it was impossible to find a single smooth spot. Vivian rushed to help him as he trudged towards the table but he raised his hands and stopped her saying, “This old man can take care of himself. Come and sit…”

A silent nod passed between them, a promise of resilience, a pledge of brotherhood, forged in the crucible of their shared adversity. Old Man Tiber, the community's elder, his face a roadmap of wrinkles etched by time and hardship, placed a weathered hand on Jay’s shoulder. The weight of his touch was surprisingly strong, a silent transmission of strength and wisdom. Tiber's eyes, though dimmed by age, held a spark of unwavering belief in Jay's ability to succeed. It was a testament to the respect and trust they shared, a bond built over years of shared experiences.

A tiny old man approached us, and I pushed off the tiniest bit of jealousy I was experiencing when I saw Jessica. The man's bony shoulders protruded against the striped dress shirt he was wearing because of how skinny he was. If not for his belt, his pants would have virtually fallen off of his hips. His beady brown eyes were like chocolate, and he had hollow cheekbones with white stubble down his jaw. tiny, sparkling drips. Ethan welcomed the skeletal man, "Brad." Shaking his hand, greeting him, "How are you?".