Marry Old Man Novels & Stories

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

“He is not the reason you’re here. You’re in this bed because you acted inappropriately.” Trey chuckled, shaking his head with amusement. “Who knew that old man had such a mean right hook? I mean, he got me pretty bad.” He raised his hand dramatically to his bandage. “Wow, it’s no wonder you’re ready to marry him. I thought it was only for the money, but maybe there’s more to it.” I ignored him, keeping my tone even. “I’m leaving now. I hope you recover soon. Goodbye.” “Wait, don’t go.” His voice turned pleading, but there was still a mocking undertone. “Come on, just stay a few minutes.”

Old man Russo loved his grandson so much and was proud of his accomplishments but even if he had all the qualities every woman wished and dreamed of finding in a man, the rascal disliked any marriage talks, making the Old man result to such measures. "No, you won't wait forever, old man. Now, stop putting so much thought into this and just let me be." Viccorio looked unfazed and the Old man wasn't happy with that. At all. "I declare you are getting married in three days, period. There are many women from rich socialite families, just pick one of them and if you decide you don't want them then I'd contact your betrothed at once. You two got betrothed when she was born so she's technically you

Old Master Gray spoke earnestly, his aged voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "I know you have grievances and resentment, but it's been so long. You need to let it go." It seemed that recalling the past made the Old Man's eyes grow even dimmer. Wayne sat casually in his chair, his lips pressed tightly together in silence. His expression was unreadable that no one could guess what he was thinking. The old man sighed. "The matter of you marrying Scarlett was my decision. Don't blame me for being presumptuous. I'm doing this for your own good. You're not young anymore; it's time to settle down. Even though Scarlett's father used favors to pressure us, which was rather underhanded, Scarlet

The scrawny old man sighed. "Stop staring, Judy.” The girl bit her lip. "Dad, he’s the only man I love. Can you go and tell Grand Old Master Yorks that I would like to redeem the promise he made to us back then? I want to marry his grandson.” The scrawny old man was slightly stunned. "Do you like him that much?"

' gave me that tingling sensation. "Hey Mr. Larson." The old man called out Kian's last name. It seemed like the both of them were pretty acquainted. "Who would have imagined you will get married?" The old man stated immediately he walked to where I was. "I just want to spend a night with your wife. I'm pretty sure you must have married her for business purpose." The old man tried touching my wrist, before I tried to move away, he fell to the ground after he received a punch from Kian.

Maya said calmly. "For once you two have actually agreed on something but it won’t work here," the old man smiled, wrinkles appearing on the corner of his eyes and on his forehead. "My grandson is married but nobody knows . It’s time Old man Dan showed the whole world who his grandson is and what a beautiful angel he is married to," The old man said. Damian sighed because there was no point in talking to this old man because once he had made up his mind, there was no going back.

Just as the thought settled in my heart, John, who had somehow broken free again, rushed toward me and dropped to his knees. He clutched my arm, voice trembling with desperation. "Audrey, tell me… You married my uncle just to make me jealous, didn't you? I admit it, I'm jealous. I'm going mad with it. I can't lose you. Don't marry him, please?" His words sent ripples of shock through the crowd. John's father stormed forward, yanking him by the arm. "You worthless brat! What the hell are you doing? Get up! Stop disgracing us here!"

Married. To him. LATER THAT NIGHT… “What do you mean you’re married to Xavier Knight?” Mira gasped through the phone. “I don’t know! I didn’t mean to!” I whisper-yelled. “I just signed some stupid papers” “You’re telling me you accidentally married the hottest, most arrogant senior in school?! Girl, I’ve had dreams about that!” “This is not a dream,” I groaned. “It’s a nightmare. Someone banged at the door. I flinched.

he breathed hotly. I was laid back on the bed now, chest rising and falling heavily, my eyes closed in a wave of shyness and overwhelming sensation, still feeling the tight grip of his hands caging mine above my head. His lips were tracing a path down my stomach, his hands peeling away the last of my clothing with a reverence that made my heart ache. Suddenly, the elderly man’s voice came to me. “If you weigh that much, I don’t think the marriage would’ve happened. I am sure those two ain’t married. Their kinds are for fun”.