Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

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?".

An idea popped in his mind as he smiled in satisfaction. "Baby, go ahead. I'll be with you shortly," he turned to Aviana and informed her. Aviana didn't know what he was upto. She nodded slightly before she walked away. Ethan walked back to the old man who was selling the flowers. The Oldman wore tatty clothes that seemed to have been repaired severally. His hair was gunmetal-Grey. His eyes were blood-flecked because of his old age. But, they were a sparkling, blue color and he seemed to see everything.

An Oldman around his late 87 appeared on the screen . He whole body had wrinkled and his hair is winter White .He can't walk, properly . He's fragile, holding an walking stick for his limping purpose .The man is fixing his spectacles .So ,he can't identify Sam properly, " Wh....who....are.....y....you... ??? "

He was dressed in a three piece black suit and his eyes were of a special color, they were not black, not brown, not blue and not green, it was red and that was the natural color of his eyeballs. "Through the air?" The old man's voice croaked. "Yes and through the air will I take you away" "Who are you?" The old man shivered with fear as the other man approached him. "I am Adonis" "Get out of my home, young man!" He tried to sound firm. "Young man?" "I have been alive since the beginning of the earth" he stretched his hands out and grabbed the trembling hands of the old man. His hands were cold, bloody cold.

Her heart now kicking it's way out of her chest. She turned and saw Kebin on the narrow pathway. Behind him was an old man. His hair was white and long as well as his beard. His skin was very dry and thin, veins were very clear and visible that snaked on his body. He wore a plain white long robe. His eyes were deep and gray. His face was eerie and wrinkled. He looked like a corpse yet he is still alive. Serra swallowed. Kebin helped the old man sit on the air and stepped back.

I looked at the old man who was looking straight ahead. He really looks like the butler of batman. I guess he felt my stare when he looked at me and pasted a vicious smile across his face. F*ck Cold... I felt cold suddenly but then as I looked away. What the hell? Who was that old man? Yup, I am seeing something... like that. How can Gavin acquire those ninja like people? And this old man. He's obviously not your normal butler. If I may say, he looked like a... A retired assassin who lost his family to a massacre and decided to live peacefully with his son