Evil Old Man Novels & Stories

The door of the Rolls-Royce at the forefront opened and out stepped a small but energetic old man with his hands behind his back. The old man wore a gray suit and seemed to be in his 70s. He was older than Wilfred. However, after the old man stepped out, his dormant aura was much stronger than Wilfred's! With a headful of gray and his hands behind his back, he walked up to Wilfred. He glared at Wilfred coldly and reprimanded, “Useless fool, embarrassing the branch family here! I didn’t raise you for so many years for you to disgrace yourself!”

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“He literally bites off a man’s ear for you, and you offer your life to save him. You two should star in a movie, really. The writing is almost too perfect.” He turns back to Eli conversationally. ”You haven’t told her yet, have you? Oh, She’ll love this story.” “Just shut up and pull the trigger!” Eli yells, but there’s a slight tremor in his voice. ​I look from Carver down to Eli. He looks even more worried about Carver’s words than the gun aimed at his temple. ​“Oh, I will,” the old man says with a smirk. “But first, I have a little story for the girl.”

Eva said to the old man and he turned to her. "My dear" He gave her a knowing smile that she didn't understand. "It's, been a while since you visited me" Eva was confused and she looked at Alpha Trent who had the same expression on his face. "Who's this handsome gentleman with you? Is he your new boyfriend? It is good that you've gotten over that 'Vampire' boyfriend of yours" The old man said and hushed his tone when he called the vampire. Eva suddenly smiled, understanding what the old man meant. He had mistook her for Delilah, it seemed like he knew her well but unfortunately, he wasn't the old man from her dreams.

“I am a Sergeant, and it is my job to bring justice to those who suffered under the wrath of this beast. So, I am asking you—” “You’re stubborn, you know that? I told you I don’t know them, and I didn’t know there was a chase in these parts. If you’re worried about my gun, someone almost killed me here recently, and I need it for self-defense. I live far from the city; I’d be dead before authorities like you arrived.” “For the last time, I don’t know them. I’ve never seen them in my life.” The old man slammed the door, leaving Allen and his men outside. We stayed in our spot as the old man turned and walked toward the center of the house before stopping. We waited for him to say something un

I said to him and his eyes widened. “He’s been dead for eighteen years,” he said. “Why did you do it?” I asked him. “We were making money on the side, drugs mostly and he found out, it wasn’t personal,” he said to me. “It was personal to me,” I said to him. “Who are you?” “Alex Jennings, or if you believe in prophecies, the Ulfr Banamaðr,” I answered him. “He had a son?” he asked, slightly confused. “My mother had just found out she was pregnant when you all ousted her from the pack,” I said to him and he sat down on the bed.

I just stood staring at him as he slowly set the crystal glass down. He raised his head, his sharp, weathered eyes locking onto mine. For a long moment, the silence in the room was absolute, punctuated only by the distant, ticking clock. Then, a slow, grim smile touched his lips. Then my knees went to the floor immediately, "Please...save Cillian...please, you said you were going to do anything to save him back there at the graveyard, please..." He looked at my figure lowered on the floor. "You think I would have let my only surviving son go to jail, Valerie?" the old man asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.

My father's face was stone. He lit a cigar, took a long drag, and shoved the phone out to the crowd. "See for yourselves. And stay out of my way. I've got trash to take out." Before anyone could blink, he was on Veronica and Marco like a freight train. Grabbed them both by the collars, one in each hand, and slammed their heads together so hard you could hear the crack from across the room. The old man was a beast in his prime, and even now, age hadn't dulled that edge.

I sighed, relieved and thankful for her. We both know that it will do us no good. But for this old man, the words that he spills out of his mouth, the bad words, may not manifest into reality. For his tongue is like poison to people's minds and hearts. And having the authority by being the oldest here, he abused that. Sometimes, he just needs to keep his trashy opinions to himself. "What's fun, Viviana? Gerry Alvarez's son is staring at you, isn't he?" the old man keeps pestering me, enough for me to have the motive of slitting his tongue into pieces.

Carlson. In the old man's presence, her hair stood on end. He didn't give off the warm aura associated with most old folks. He reeked of evil, and the look in his eyes screamed of mischief. “What do you want to discuss…” “I'm here to ask a few questions.” He chuckled. “This old man will be happy if you can answer them all correctly.” “Have a seat.” He patted the space beside him. Heidi sat across from him instead, summoning up courage. “What are your questions?”