No Country For Old Men Novels & Stories

I was about to turn around when I saw an old man coming towards me. "Sir, do you happen to---", I stunned when I saw the old man's face. It has many scars and blood are ozzing out of them. His one eye is missing. I shrieked and closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them I was again in the dark forest.

"Did you check the double-bolt on the kitchen door, Vittoria?" Teresa asked, her voice shaking as she stood by the front window, clutching the edge of the lace curtain. "I checked it twice, Mom," Vittoria replied, rinsing her empty tea mug in the sink. "It is perfectly secure. Nobody is out there. It is just another quiet Tuesday night." "You can never be too safe in this city," her mother murmured, her eyes remaining fixed on the dark suburban street. "The world is full of people who take things. They do not care about what is right. They just take and take until there is nothing left of you."

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

"I think so too. Most importantly, she treats us very well." I looked closely at the old man beside me and realized something. He had never been a pushover at all. The one with the clearest mind of all… had always been him.

Alexander's POV “I am going to get my wedding dress *weird emoji*”. I stared at the message and did not know when I had started to smile. “Boss, are you listening, I said the operation in two famous countries in Africa turned out successful”, Roderick repeated. I had put him in charge of most of the cocaine movements in Africa, and I was happy that most of his operations were successful. It made me the most powerful Mafia boss to ever exist. I operated world-wide. No continent was left untouched.

He raged, pacing like a man possessed, shouting into the ruins, "Come out! I'm telling you, come out! I'm not angry! Just come out now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!" Dead silence answered him. I hovered above, watching him scream and rage at a heap of rubble like a madman. 'Dante… it's too late. Your forgiveness—I can never accept it.'

Someone who didn't care about names or money and would come after anyone, regardless of their last name or how much influence their names possessed. Liam hesitated, her words making him pause for just a second. His gaze darted back to the car where the men were now shoving the old man inside their car. Having lost his energy the old man couldn't fight back all he could do was cry out for help. Liam heard a muffled cry for help. The older man’s voice was frantic, filled with panic as the two men finally forced him inside the car and slammed the door shut.

She was the woman he'd spent years searching for. The woman he'd crossed countries for because of a blurry photograph and the slightest possibility that she might still be alive. Yet the only voice echoing through Jaeheon's mind belonged to Seoyun. Don't touch me with the same hands you used to hold another woman. Jaeheon removed Yuri's hand from his sleeve. "Oppa...?" He didn't answer. He turned and went upstairs. His footsteps echoed through the second-floor hallway. When he opened the bedroom door, silence greeted him.

I wasted not time, leaning on the wall, and making as less noise as possible, as I walked towards where his ass was sticking out, and at the same time I was pulling out my gun, I sank my fingers into the waist band of his jean trouserd and yanked him out of the shrubs. "I wouldn't try to run if I were you." I hissed, pointing my gun straight at his blonde head. He looked to be over twenty years old, and even if he was dressed like a damn barbie ken doll, looked really roughened up. I could tell he was no random kid, or reporter. And the bulge on his hip was evidence. "Oh, I never thought I was going to meet you in person, Luca De Santis. At least if I die, I'll die happy." Ken doll said, lau

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one