Novel & Cerita Evil Old Man

“ He didn’t say anything wrong, you are unnecessarily provoking us.” “ I am provoking you? Who was the one who called us repulsive creatures just now? Was it your fart speaking?” The old man jeered at Elder Maximus as he added swiftly, “ I should have expected as much, shifters like you who have their heads stuffed in their ass would only talk with their butt after all.” “ You ….!”

A woman with an amazing figure was on her knees fanning at the old man. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man made his way to the back of the old man, bowed down a little, and said softly, “Sir, Steelification Doyen has set out on his journey.” The old man said calmly without even opening his eyes, “Tell Zeus Yankovich that he can have Kayson’s life, but I want Kayson’s head.” “Yes, sir.” The middle-aged man immediately turned around and left. As for the old man, it appeared that the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sniggered.

Half-evil sounded sincere. “Man, I do understand you. We pals, man. I was your best man. I’m sweet little Rory’s godfather, man. I know how much you love your family. But man…” Evil hesitated. “The day we joined the gang, we were dead, man. Ain’t got no turning back.”

He showed me after tapping on the video, " Look at this man, Boss. He was calling someone after coming outside. Right after he called, the cops arrived here." I looked deep at the man. He was a very old man around sixty. His beards and hairs had turned white. Upon a closer look on his face, I grimaced in hate and anger. He was the old tycoon, Mr.De Vile, one of the old friends of my grandfather. I couldn't believe that he was doing everything to control me.

Oli grumbled next to him. The old man rolled his eyes at him. He carefully listened to his heart beat. "Hmm weird, why is this so?" he whispered with his eyes wide open. "What is it? Is it too bad? Is he dying?" Oli whispered anxiously from the side. It was initially his idea to kidnap him. On impulse he took him and rushed to the boat. 'I really shouldn't have....like a coward I kidnapped his mate. Darn it where is my pride,' he scratched his head in frustration. He watched the old man wipe his sweaty forehead again. "Tell me, is he dying?"

Dean couldn’t figure out if the man hated everything and everyone or feared it all. “Elder Evans again. Some days, I can’t wait for that wolf to die. He’s like a never ending font of negativity. None of the others are like that.” Oli’s words mirror Dean’s thoughts to a tee. Dean nodded as he gave a small grunt in agreement. He stood there going through some paperwork on the parcel of property that was in question at the moment.

Now everyone else appeared like madmen as they pushed people around and do all sorts of things to ensure they don't come as one of the evens. The old man stayed with Ley at the back. He kept on criticizing everyone as he commented on human principles and morality. The young man stood there rooted on his spot as he watched how one could actually blackmail a weak woman by holding her son hostage in order to push her to be one of the evens. He saw how a man could beat up a weak old lady and throw her towards the rock before colliding with the rock himself. The old man was still rambling incessantly beside him when Leyte finally spoke, "Something's wrong here..."

With his face filled with wrinkles, the old man had plain white clothes on and he appeared to have lost an arm as well. Despite how frail the old man looked, Welson couldn’t help but feel nervous. ‘How did he even get here? And when did he appear behind me?’ “…May I know who you are, sir? And why have you come to search for the Crawford family on this island?” replied Welson as he bowed slightly, understanding that this old man was no ordinary person. “I’m the great master… Christopher Moldell!”

(Joaquin Castelera) “.…I came here to claim my promise…this family is rotten to the core…Even I let the family live…I will never allowed a Rosetta to lead this family every again… and as for you old man…you should’ve stop them…and should have retired a long time ago…” As always this old man, has always been so passive about everything, but when something happened all he does was always asking me to do stuff for him, like I am a case of charity. “...I guess so…I should retired a long time ago…but..…..”. (Joaquin Castelera) “Crafty bastard…”.

The old man didn’t answer, so Eli pressed his foot harder on the old man’s back. “Where…is…my…money?” Eli asked forcefully and kicked the old man hard. When the old man still didn’t respond, Eli kicked him in the face. Eli wasn’t satisfied, so he continued to kick the old man’s face until it started bleeding. “I repeat, where…is…my…money?” Instead of answering where the money was, the old man wailed loudly and begged Eli to have mercy on him. Eli grinned and leaped towards the old man, looking down to look at his face. He grinned even wider and grabbed the old man’s hair before standing up and dragging him.