Old Guy Young Woman Novels & Stories

I blush hard hiding my face behind my hair. He chuckles softly and push my hair behind my ear gracefully tracing his cold finger on my cheek making me suck in huge amount of air. “don’t hide, you look beautiful when you blush”, he whispers making me almost moan, I release a shaky breathe as he slowly rubs my cheek bone with his thumb and someone clears their throat bringing us out of our bubble. There is a old lady may be in her seventies, she looks at us smiling widely and tells “young couple in love”, and shakes her head.

"Even if you didn't, do you think they wouldn't have come in anyway?" The old woman raised an eyebrow, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Look at these two young men — they're so handsome! It's been ages since I've seen such fine-looking lads." Simon: "...We're both one foot in the grave, and you're still so easily distracted." Ignoring her husband's grumbling, the old woman fixed her gaze on Xavier Grayson and Liam as they approached. The closer they got, the harder it was to look away. "So handsome! I never expected to see such fine young men deep in these desolate mountains."

How pathetic is it that I have no friends who could be here with me today. Standing at the corner and sipping a glass of champagne, my eyes are drawn to a couple headed my way. The woman is a blonde probably in her late 30’s or early 40’s while the man who she has her arms linked with is an older man probably in his 70’s. They stop in front of me with a smile on their faces but one looks more genuine than the other.

His round and chubby face were all smiles and standing next to him was a young woman with ash blond hair tied up into a ponytail. She must be his young wife. The bad part of my mind wondered how she fucked such an old man. She didn't look older than thirty. I'd have figured her for younger if it weren't for the conservative dress she wore which made her look much more mature than her actual age. “Ah, Son, welcome.Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. Sharon hasn't given me a breathing space to rest and rained fire and brimstone if I dead to postpone the product launching” he said jovially

the old woman protested, reminding me of pack rules as if anyone cared. “Fucking do it!” I screamed at my warrior. He hesitated for a moment, then started kicking the door. Other warriors joined him, moving quickly to obey my order while the woman screamed for the Alpha and the pack members from inside. I did not know why she thought anyone would respond. She kept screaming in her old, harsh voice anyway. The moment the door opened, I shoved it aside and rushed inside. The old woman saw me and turned to leave. She was probably in her late nineties. Her hair was thin and gray, and her skin was deeply wrinkled. She had shrunk so much that she almost looked like a child, like a fourteen-year-ol

The old man's eyes, red-rimmed from unshed tears, met hers. "May I?" Gina asked softly, nodding toward the photograph. The elderly gentleman's gaze hesitated, then released, allowing Gina to gently take the photo from his hand. As she gazed at the faded image, a story unfolded before her eyes: a loving couple, smiling, surrounded by laughter and joy. Tears welled up in Gina's eyes, mirroring the old man's. "Who is she?" Gina whispered, her voice barely audible. The old man's voice cracked, "My wife... my Linda. We were married 57 years... She passed away a few minutes ago."

Enzo explained, pulling out the printed document he had kept in his pocket to show them. The couples collected the document, squeezing their eyes to read the content of the document. “Isn't she the lady who moved away a few days ago saying she was travelling to the States?” The old man asked his wife, checking the picture on the document again. "Can you describe how she looks to me?" he asked, his voice low and even. The old man nodded, his eyes squinting as he thought back. "The woman was young, probably in her early twenties. She had long, dark hair and a petite build." He explained to his best knowledge.

Matt said. “Oh stop,” the old woman said and bashfully looked down. “I know I do, son,” the old man bragged. “If I didn’t have a bad back, I would have had her in the grass an hour ago.” “Herbert!” she exclaimed and gave him a playful slap. “You devil.” The old woman giggled. Jodi and Matt laughed. The old man laughed. “Give her hell, son. Y’all have a good night.” The old couple continued to walk the path.

The old man lowered his gaze and smiled as the woman hit him with the bread bag. "Don't be a peeping Tom!..." She fell silent for a moment and nudged her husband with her elbow. "Be quiet; she's coming this way." "Excuse me... Could you watch this motorcycle while I make a couple of calls?" She looked at the couple, who held hands with some hesitation. The nostalgia of the moment caused her to burst into tears inevitably. "I tell you, the youth of today is a lost cause." The old man whispered to his wife. "She's either crazy or on drugs... Nowadays, everything has to do with drugs..." the old woman replied.

I heard a voice, the fucking old lady was about to scream when I covered her mouth with my palms, “Granny…!” The voice kept calling while coming closer, the old lady struggled to break free from my hold, she's really stubborn, I had no choice but to start stabbing her I gave her nine stabs on her tummy and slowly pulled away as she fell in her pool of blood on the bed, I began looking all over the room for the phone but heck! It was almost like it turned invincible and I couldn't find it, “You’re never going to find that phone” The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth,