I Love Old Man Novels & Stories

“Emily? I know he seems to be an asshole most of the time but he is a good man” I said nothing and the old man left me alone and confused again.

“Trust me, I know you are good. I’m older than you, child.” “Old, yes, but not a fortune teller. Unless that is your new hobby.” I snorted behind them. The old man turned behind sneering, “Don’t follow us you punk.” I stared right back at him. “That is my woman, old man. And no, she is not interested in your perfect grandson.”

He looks into my eyes warmly, like how a grandfather would do. "Because you remind me of her. I don't want you to lose your opportunity. Love is a rare thing in now days. Everyone confuses attraction for love, lust for love, or a mere crush for love. But it is deeper and I see that depth in your eyes. Something I only saw once in my own reflection once upon a time. Keep it." I give the old man a smile and place a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." I whisper. I walk towards my mate, but then turn around,

I think I will fall for him again if he keeps doing these things. I saw that old man patted him on his shoulder lovingly feeling really impressed by Aiden's words. The old man kissed his wife on cheek and they left the place hand in hand. They're adorable if you ask me. I saw care and love in his eyes towards his wife. The old man just let her wife do whatever she wants and he occasionally kept watching everything she does with pure adoration in his eyes. It looked like he loved whatever she's doing. My heart swelled up looking at them.

I got to one of the local villages and walk into their eatery, I was so tired and exhausted after being on the bus for so long, I took a seat and ordered for food and drink, I was waiting for my order to arrive while I was relaxing, and then on the small TV hanging on the wall, The news came on, it was a picture of Shitali and the subheading was that she is wanted by the police and whoever that can find her would be rewarded with ten thousand dollars, I know my older man is behind that. Tears brim my eyes knowing he's fighting for granny and I, gosh! I miss him so much, I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can go back to him and tell him how much I love and miss him, I don't care but

"Damn it, doctor! I love you so much!" "I love you too, so much, so much, so much, Mr. Engineer!"

She queried in a fierce voice, forgetting her own predicament, forgetting that she had her own problem to settle. "That's just how he is. He loves to treat people the way he want to and now how he wants them... You can see that within the few days you used to stay under his custody and now you are here again." The old man said as tears trickled down his face. He looked so pitiable and tears Welled up in her eyes as well.

“If I didn’t like her before, I like her even more now, she had my grandson running after her, something I never thought I’d get to see you experience, she’s like Snow White who ran from her lover and he had to find her, a romantic story, that one.” “Snow White didn’t run from her lover Grandpa, she….” “Oh, it doesn’t matter now gay boy, go find your princess or I’ll be disappointed and maybe die quicker?” “Is that what you want?” A painful death for your old man? Is that what you want? Huh? “Answer me.” “No grandpa….. he answered. “Then go find your Snow White before I flake away.”The old man commanded and cut the call before Mills could respond.

It was a picture of a man and her, the same woman she kept on seeing. ‘What the hell?!’ she muttered under her breath as another picture of the woman with the same man flashed on the screen again. “Who’s that?” she asked the old man. “He’s Arthur Locke,” the old man answered. “The billionaire?” the woman probed. “No, the bartender standing over there serving you drinks,” the old man answered sarcastically. “One more sarcasm and I’m ripping what’s left of your hair,” the girl threatened. “I wonder what sin I committed to have met someone like you,” the old man cried out as he touched his hair.

She said. The old man sighed painfully; he looked into her ocean-blue eyes and said, 'Your face is now devoid of love, Julie. Will you really not come back to Jotham?" The man's voice was apologetic. As though he was indirectly pleading. "I'm married to another man, sir." She blurted. The old man's eyes turned. He lowered his head sadly and remained quiet for a while. When he raised it up again, he said with a sorrowful heart, "There is real no hope for that brat again." He was referring to his grandson.