Old Guy Young Woman Novels & Stories

"The traffic was bad. Let's go in first, Grandma." He did not plan to tell the Old Madam about what happened in the restaurant. Otherwise, she would suffer a shock again. "Sure, let's go in." The Old Madam nodded. They were a grandmother and grandson, with several decades apart in age, yet they were both standing on crutches now. The scene of them walking side-by-side looked quite funny. "Oh, Julien, you're back." Velma had just come out of the kitchen with fruits when she saw the old woman and young man walk in. With that, she greeted them.

They studied me like an object they intended to break down. “Young lady, how did you meet this jerk? After the death of our daughter, his world came crashing and he chose to leave everything behind.” The elderly lady said, I couldn't stop glaring at her because she was looking so pretty. Her hair was white but very pretty and her eyes were tiny just like the way her skin glowed. The surprising part was how such an old lady had such a great dressing sense. Her skin was matching with the red gown she was putting on. As well as her black heels, I was still staring before he pinched me hard.

“They restrict my airway.” I quietly swat his finger from its grip on his tie. “All the time, babe. You'll be fine, I promise.” With a smile on my face, I adjust the bow and reach up to plant a quick kiss on his lips. The kiss lingers for a few seconds before we're interrupted by the sound of a clearing voice. Shyly turning away from my husband, I see an elderly couple standing before us. “The young couples,” The Lady in her fifties says to her husband while smiling at I and Ivan. “They remind me so much of our youthful days.”

The old lady commented. “Keep your eyes off my mate.” Morning warned the old lady. The woman laughed. Or rather it would be more appropriate to say that she cackled. “You’re really funny girl. Maybe if I were fifty years younger then I might look at him, but by now I’m already three limbs in the grave. So you don’t have to see me as competition eh?” The old lady said.

the woman said. She shook her head. "No, no, it's okay." The old woman, probably around late 50s, bowed her head and smiled kindly. "I thought while looking at you, you might want a drink. The scene is beautiful, isn't it?" Margarette followed the old woman's gaze, and she immediately sighed before shaking her head. "Not actually."

she said, standing up. The old man waved at her and stood up by himself, although shakily. “Oh, no, no, it is fine. I can walk by myself. I still remember my home. Hahaha! See you in a week, young lady.” Greta nodded at him and smiled. “Alright, then. Have a nice day and be careful on the way.” The old man laughed before walking away slowly and carefully with his cane. A young woman walked up beside Greta and watched the old man leaving. “What’s his deal?”

“And this is my fiancée, Hana Verlice.” “Oh, she’s as pretty as the news says,” the elderly woman said with a bright smile. She had to be close to eighty. “You did well, Elijah. Now I don’t feel so bad you didn’t end up with my granddaughter. But do let me know if it doesn’t work out — the offer still stands.” She laughed at her own words, and her husband gave her a light nudge, silently telling her to stop. The smile on Hana’s lips faltered. Her fingers pressed harder around Elijah’s arm.

said Crish, smiling at the cheerful face of Keyla who had just gotten out of the car. However, Crish’s attention was diverted when a woman who was quite old, maybe the same age as his father, was there. But the woman’s face still looks very fresh and healthy, there are no wrinkles or signs of aging, from her style it looks like a socialite woman who spends tens of millions for treatment every week like her mother has always done. “Who is that girl?” Crish wondered to himself.

"Hey Missy! Why don't you leave the young man alone? Do you want to keep throwing yourself at him? Why forced him to cheat on his wife? Didn't you hear him? He said he's married, so stop. So shameless! Cursed out the old lady. Monalisa's jaw dropped and her eyes wide open. She turned slowly to Jayden who was Chucking. "It's funny huh? Monalisa asked. "Nah. It's not ". "You...! "Hey miss, what's your problem? Let the young man be. Hey mister, I'll guide you to your room" the old man offered. "And I'll stay here with this lady to make sure she doesn't bother you or try to follow you and find out where you will be staying." the old lady offered You must be here for a vacation right? She Said "

Some old lady in the corner mumbled. “EXCUSE ME BITCH? I KNOW YOU DIDN’T JUST CALL MY GIRLFRIEND SPOILED” Betty went off on the woman. Woah! If I wasn’t here to see this for myself, I wouldn’t believe my eyes. “Girlfriend? The old hag gave us a disgusting look. “You youngsters and your silly experiments, disgusting! Why don’t you go change ur makeup and put on a dress” He yelled. “OH HELL TO THe FUCKING NO, YOU DIDN’T JUST CALL MY GIRLfriend DISGUSTING! WITH YOUR ADULT PAMPERS LOOKING ASS” I roared.