Female 80's Movie Characters Novels & Stories

He wouldn't survive that for sure. Moreover, letting Eric, of all people, get close to her was not very smart. Beauty wouldn't trust Eric. She'd heard the horrible things he'd said about her from the beauticians at the salon. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed at his door, jerking him out of his thoughts. Before he could respond, the door swung open. His grandmother walked into the room, looking elegant. Gina Hathaway looked stunning for 79 years old, having clearly aged like fine wine. Long, silver hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, and her skin was still smooth and tight.

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

As Apollo extended his arms towards her, she gave her hand to his and let out a breath of relaxation. In the living room, an old lady was sitting on the settee elegantly, reading a magazine. Two women who were standing behind her looked like her personal assistants. Avery took a deep breath as she was walking forward. Her eyes curiously peeked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa. She looked quite young compared to her age, with little to no wrinkles on her face, she had fair and delicate skin.

Maybe with the arrival of the new members… He turned his attention back to the occupant of the car Mrs. Swain—and accepted the money she handed him. She was eighty if she was day and the personification of a sweet old lady, down to her silvery grey hair, bifocals, and floral print dress. He always spent extra time chatting to her since he knew she lived alone. “I heard all about you, you bad boy.” She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with merriment behind her thick glasses.

He sneered, and my smile instantly fell. I watched him go ahead and place a soft knock on the door. In the next few seconds, he twisted the door knob open. My sight immediately scanned through the room as I walked in behind Richard. My gaze landed on an old lady in her seventies. She was sitting in a wheelchair across the window. Her hair was moon white. Even in the wheelchair, she looked elegant, like a queen. She slowly turned her head in our direction while I accessed her face. Her small eyes were olive green and clear. I was expecting to see a smile on her face, just like Richard said she liked it, but strangely, the woman's stare was direct; I almost fainted from the harsh intensity.

When an extended Lincoln appeared at the end of the red carpet, it also attracted people's attention. When people walked down, there was a screaming sound everywhere. The actress who walked down is dignified and elegant, and looks more than 30 years old, which is in sharp contrast with a group of young actresses. Gao Meng, the first actress in the entertainment circle who won the title of queen of film and queen of song, can be said to be the goddess of the previous generation. Many people come forward to say hello warmly, but this is the elder of the entertainment industry, what's more, this elder is of strength and fame.

“That chick Melissa got what she deserved. Acting like she was good enough for our boy Gavin." “I know right, I almost began rooting for them, but she just had to ruin everything." I was just about to raise a middle finger to the comments, when a voice cut through my daze. “Ugh,” a voice beside me muttered. “Those commenters are so dramatic.” I turned to see a woman approaching. She seemed to be in her early 40s but had twinkles far superior to her age grade. She had a soft-face, tired-eyed, and worry etched into every line.

he stated firmly before abruptly leaving the room. Exactly one hour later, Mrs. Kate arrived, her steps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. She was a woman in her 60s, with silver strands of hair gracefully framing her face. Her piercing blue eyes held a wisdom that only time could bring, and a few gentle wrinkles etched beneath them. As she looked at me, a warm smile formed on her lips, radiating kindness.

The thought of seeing anger on his face the whole night was just too sweet to let pass. As the clock struck eight, she walked out of the room and went downstairs and collided with Laura who almost did a double take upon seeing her. "You look kinda... sexy." the elder lady said so sweetly, it brought a laugh on Kara's lips. Although Laura was almost eighty years old, she lived more modern life than Kara had seen anybody of her age live. Her dressing style and attitude was awesome, and sweet as hell at the same time. Kara giggled, "I will take that as a compliment, grandma."

Dante took the stairs two at a time. In the foyer, a woman in her eighties stood perfectly upright, her posture radiating the authority of a ruler who had set down her crown but refused to relinquish her command. Her silver-white hair was pinned without a single fault. Her cheeks were flushed a warm pink—whether from the remnants of winter wind or a surge of delight she rarely let show. She greeted her grandson with both arms spread wide.