Eight Crazy Nights Old Man Novels & Stories

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

"Do you think you're doing right by your parents? Open up! What are you hiding in there for?" Fiona shrieked. I ignored her cutting words and calmly texted, "Good sir, I am your long-lost dance partner!" I then sent over my ID, along with a video of me playing the harp at the New Year's gala. Luke immediately replied, "You'll do. You'd better not bail on me! Let me be clear. I only need you as a plus one for the banquet. There will be no funny business! Don't pull the same stunt as she did!"

And she’s not the same woman I saw last night. It’s also been a month since I discovered my boss, Mr. Reed, was a Casanova. He always invited different women into his house every night. Whenever I stepped out of my room, which was situated across from his, a woman accompanied by him emerged abruptly from his room. But I wonder what they were doing in there. Because if they were having sex, why was it too quick? Why did the woman who had just got out of his room, feel disappointed? Was he not that good? If they ask me about how good was he in bed, well… I couldn’t recall. I passed out that night and I don’t remember anything at all.

he said, his voice trembling as he approached my bedside. "I'm glad you're here," I said, attempting a weak smile. The elderly man's eyes filled with relief. "I've been worried sick about you. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about what happened." I nodded, understanding. "It's not your fault. Accidents happen." He shook his head. "I should have been more careful. I keep replaying that moment in my head, wondering what I could've done differently." I reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Please don't blame yourself. You've already apologized, and I appreciate that."

Realizing that I was checking him out, a smirk appeared on his face. "Is there something a young beautiful girl like you, wants to forget so badly?." He whispered and I shuttered as I leaned back into his chest. Yes It was there. I want to let go of my past. But I didn't reply him. "I can let you......", "Go on, make me forget him" , l cut him off short in mid sentence. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Yes I was drunk. But just one night with a stranger.... in fact an experienced old man.

the youth was pleading for death, not to be released, from his sunken eyes, Olivia couldn't imagine the kind of torture he had endured. A tall figure came into view, his clothes were drenched in blood and there was a wide grin on his face, he was dragging a body and it left a messy trail of blood on the floor, Olivia shuddered as the figure approached her, it was Eight, except right now, he looked nothing like the talkative Eight she knew, Eight's specialty was torture and the torture chambers was his home, the screams and groans from each captive was like music to his ears.

"How are you feeling?" "Good. How is the company?" The old man asked. "How is the work load? "The work load is bearable," Lance replied with a grin as he separated and took his place beside his grandfather. "Don't worry, I've got the best assistant managing things back in my company." He added joking when in reality, he'd never say that to Kelvin's face. "I'd rather starve for a day that do that." Lance muttered underneath his breath, catching Franks attention only for a few seconds.

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 .

Martin is sitting at the table as the 28s are looking in his direction; since he is alone, they are planning an attack on Martin. The one guy with a tattoo on his head saying dawg walks up to Martin and hits his plate off the table. “So, where is your protection now?” He says as Martin stands up; knowing something is about to happen, he picks up his plate from the floor as the guy pushes his head down to the floor. “Lick this up,” he says in front of everyone; they start laughing as the 28s then says he is their wife tonight. This guy walks forward; he has one eye patched; he is in his late forties and has a high ranking. Martin notices that everyone steps back when he approaches. Then the 2

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.