Invincible Old Man Novels & Stories

Anthony's voice was so hoarse as if his voice box was broken. However, the person in his arms still had no reaction. She had no idea that she was already in safe hands. Ivan walked out and kicked the old man with all his might. "Key!" "There's no key." The old man refused to hand it over. Ivan did not say anything to him, he just told the bodyguards, "Search and find it." The family had no idea who they had offended and were terrifyingly ignorant. "No, you can't take my key!" The old lady beat them to the punch and ran into the house.

The kitten let out a timely meow and lifted its delicate little paws, as if it was trying to claim credit. Sienna looked at the ground and saw an old man who had obviously taken a bad fall. He had a sluggish expression on his face and an empty look in his eyes. It should be Alzheimer’s. The group of men in uniform in front of them did not look in the slightest bit guilty as they simply pointed at the logo on their bodies arrogantly and domineeringly as they asked, “You’re just two nosy young ladies. Do you know who we are? We work for the custodian!”

Michael climbed down from a rope and started to rescue the passengers. I could tell from his equipment that he wasn't a professional. There was also another person on the helicopter directing him. However, the sight of him still filled everyone with hope. Madison stuck her head out of the window and screamed from the back of the bus, "Save me first! Are you deaf? I'm an elder, so save me first!" The person on the helicopter shouted at Michael, "Do as I say, or everyone in the bus will fall into the ravine!"

"Master..." "What's up?" The old man slowly turned around, revealing a scarred face in front of Christiano. Even though the old man's face had been disfigured, and even his facial features could not be seen clearly, the innate domineeringness of his body could tell how powerful he used to be. "Guess who I met today?" Christiano pulled up a stool and sat in front of the old man. "He's finally willing to show up." The old man said with a little excitement.

I couldn't believe that this old man actually was about to assault me right in front of Peter. Peter was a wreck, sobbing hysterically, "Why are you doing this to me? You are the two people I love the most. Why did you both have to betray me at the same time?" My heart wrenched when I saw how much grief he was in. I resisted with everything I had. "Let go of me now, you old coot. How could you do this?" Nonetheless, Anthony seemed to be possessed, refusing to give up until he got his way. As a weak young woman, I was no match for a brusque man who engaged in manual labor all year round. In other words, it was pointless to put up a fight.

And I would, if I could get up. And then he kicks me in the head... And then in my gut... In my back... In my sides and face... I don't know when he stops because the pain doesn't end. What the hell is wrong with this old man? Aren't rich men supposed to be gentlemen? There is nothing gentle or sophisticated about this bastard!

Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of condoms, causing my cheeks to burn. “Don’t worry, I’m a responsible man,” he said, and kept moving with ease. Watching him, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how many women he’d done this with. Probably too many to count. To my knowledge, he was single, but just because he was, didn’t mean he hadn’t had his share of hookups. With a lethal face and body like that, it’d be a miracle if women didn’t throw themselves at him every chance they got. “There’s beer in the minibar. Help yourself while you wait for me,” Rowan said as we stepped into his bedroom.

The handsome man looked at the old man who was also hiding beside him. "Are you sure they are not enemies?" asked Stev. Meanwhile the old man could only chuckle his lips in anger. He immediately called some of his men to immediately clean up this mess. While Stev just snorted. The man then held the object in his ear slowly. "They've hit back, you know what to do now," Stev said to the object. He could hear Lucy's voice answering from there. "Tsk! Take it easy Stev ..I'm always on time when I move," Lucy replied.

the old man sighed as he put his great-grandchild in his arm. Instead of answering, Grace leaned her head on Mister Hunt’s shoulder. With her tiny fingers, she clutched the old man’s shirt again, ready to continue the journey. “Okay,” Mr. Hunt muttered as he bent the knees, strengthening the support. With the extra weight on one arm, the old man struggled to get up from the grass. However, after taking a deep breath and groaning, he was finally able to stand up even though his knees and waist felt cracked. “You don't have to worry, Sunshine. This is the consequence of humans when they live long. But, it’s not a problem for me. As long as you and Grace are happy, I don't mind at all,” Mr. Hun

By skin on bone he was addressing old man who was still kneeling on ground with his shaky body… That superior dressed man left not before throwing murderous glare at old man and me… as he left a loud murmuring started among all villagers… but soon stopped when few other superior dressed man intertwined and forcefully made them to get back to their work… I on other hand helped old man to stand up on his feet’s… his body was vulnerable; his bones looked as brittle as glass… I was very careful when helping him stand up… Once that old man was back on his feet’s I asked him “Are you fine grandpa?”