Never Grow Old Book Novels & Stories

More, and more. End of Book 1

“I got excited and thought that this weak old man can finally have a day for himself.” It’s true that Grandpa Malu was an old man, but there’s nothing weak about him. He has grey hair and a mustache proving his increasing age, and the wrinkles around his mouth and forehead were deeply carved. But his body looked sturdy and his eyes looked so sure making me think that gramps may not be weak as he says he should be. I approached the huge pile of books in one of the corners of his hut. This was my collection. I found this in the ‘Cursed site’ and brought it here so that my parents won’t burn it.

“I’m getting old. Fuck off.” “Not yet you aren’t.” Hector settled into his chair opposite of me. “You’ve still got plenty more years in you, Z. From this view, it might not feel like it but you do.” Auri nodded and placed another book on the table. This one was leatherbound and brand new. It was a big one and I flipped through the empty pages. “What’s this for?”

“One’s heart can stay eighteen forever, but looks can’t remain eighteen forever. Sigh, why do people have to grow old? Can’t youth last forever?” No matter how well she took care of herself, Lilian had still grown old. The most obvious sign was that her physical strength was no longer what it used to be. There was no point in denying it. Jane laughed. “Do you want to become some undying old witch? So what if you’re old? Who doesn’t grow old? Eternal youth is just something people talk about. No one can truly stay young forever. “But you don’t look old at all. Standing next to Noelle, you look like sisters.”

With a dragged out sigh, I set aside the mop and went inside to sort out the mess. When I got to the topmost row, a heavy book with a thick and intricate cover dropped and smacked against my head. The abrupt pain made me hiss. It took a while before I finally realized that what I was looking at was not any ordinary book. Instead, it was a wedding album. All of the pictures inside featured the same pair of couple. They were dressed in different sets of wedding gowns and suits in each picture, the only thing that was consistent was the bright, heartwarming smile they wore on their faces.

In his hand was the journal. “I need you to read this,” he said, motioning to the book in his hand. “I need you to know.” My eyes blurred, and I tried to focus to grab hold of it, but couldn’t. It was only four in the morning, after all. “Will you read it to me?” I asked. He nodded and slid onto the bed next to me, and I curled into his side as he began to read. The world always seems to stay the same, but a person grows and evolves constantly. From infant, to adult, and beyond. When you are younger, you’re invincible, but it only takes one act to realize you are far from it and one act can destroy you.

"You know it's not nonsense," I sang, going around the bed. "I'm sure that all humans, especially the older ones, must have heard the story of the queen of hell someday. The woman who could live a thousand lives in one. What makes you discredit that you are in front of this woman now?” The old man trembled from head to toe, and a strong odor of urine rose to my nose. Even without any dignity, he kept holding the book firmly against his arms crossed. I would die protecting the book, but I would never give it to me without a fight.

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.

It's like a tree that keeps growing and for the first time, its roots start to grow from the tiny seed it was. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Max asked through their mindlink. “Not intentionally, but yes, I hear it. And I don’t care Max. I am not interested in finding out about my past. I care about this moment and our future, That’s all! ” and she kisses him and then looks at the old folks who walk next to each other holding each other's arms. “I am happy for grandpa. He was alone too much time ”Max said, thinking about everything that happened. It is said that “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. "(George Bernard Shaw)