Invincible Old Man Novels & Stories

Sitting across from Grandpa Winston on the long couch were a middle-aged man and woman, and then an old man who appeared to be in his seventies. The old man added to his initial words. “Lucas Harrison should take back his words and marry Tracy as soon as possible. We don't want to become enemies, do we? Each one of you knows what I am capable of.”

He staggered backward after striking the old man with his palm. That old man was another internal martial artist. Chad had seen him at an auction previously. He could also tell the old man was a Master of Ideology Combat, just like Sebastian. After exchanging a palm strike with Chad, the old man recoiled and smashed into the front of Travis' car. "Uncle Bernard!" Travis panicked and attempted to exit the car, but Bernard stopped him. "Mr. Norman, no!" Bernard's face was filled with horror. Chad's strike to his palm caused excruciating pain. He could not move it.

Everyone fell silent and stood up, staring expectantly at the door in unison. The next moment, a man who looked to be in his seventies stepped in, supported by a young woman and a walking stick carved out of black jade. The old man was wearing a white boxing uniform, and despite his old age, his skin was rosy and his footfalls steady, an indicator of his vitality and great spirit!

"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 said, looking all bloody, "Please, do not kill me, I only do what I was asked to do, because I was been threatened, please, protect me" The old man said, and at his words, Damien shook with laughter, quickly changed to his visible self and when the councilor saw him, the councilor shook with fear, he thought the invisible man was joking when he said he is a son to the king, "You ask me not to kill you, maybe you do tell that to the crown prince, you should beg for your life to him not me, he is the only one, who can keep you alive or not keep you alive"

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