Old Lady Name Novels & Stories

"Will you grab a large bowl from the bottom cabinet on your left, please?" "What are your names?" I ask as I grab the bowl and place it on the counter next to the massive pile of cut-up fruits. "My name is Mia, and this is my daughter Annabella, but we call her Annie, my Queen." The older lady says, smiling at me before walking to the pantry and grabbing a large bag of granola. "It's nice to meet you both," I say, ignoring the others that were now staring at Odett and me. "How long have you worked in the castle?"

As they reached the kitchen, the old lady gave her a chair. "May I know your name, dear?" She asked while opening her oven. "I'm Fera, ma'am." Fera was too shy and it has visibly appeared in her voice. "No need to call me ma'am, call me Lola Clarita and my husband Lolo Nicholas. You do eat cookies, I hope." She prepared the cookies on the plate. "Of course, ma'am." "Yes, dear? I can't hear you." Her body tensed as the lady asked again. She knew she heard it.

Tessa went up to her and asked, “May I know if you know a woman named Hana Sharpe?” The old woman sighed. “Hana? That is a pitiful woman…”

He was old, probably seventy or seventy-two and he walked with a cane. “Gentlemen,” Nino Suter said as he entered the room and his butler closed the door behind him. “Good morning, sir,” Kiran said and stood up. “My butler seems to think we have an appointment. I might be old but I’m not senile yet,” he said to Kiran. “My name is Kiran Sinclair…” Kiran said as Nino sat down and he interrupted him. “Sinclair… hmm the name sounds familiar,” Nino said.

the old lady said. “My name is Summer Hart. Just call me Summer, Grandma.” “It doesn’t matter. But you are to call me Ms. Moore, just like Mark does.” “Okay, Ms. Moore.” It sounded awkward to her, though. As eccentric as the old lady was, she was a very likeable person. “I have to get back to the office in a while. You all may go about your things.” The old lady looked down at the time. “But be sure to get home before I come home.”

She broke into tears as she spoke. Lord Thorold? I was familiar with that name. Thorold was a wealthy noble with a lot of land and property. However, he had a strong penchant for beauty, and his character was questionable. Judging from what the old lady said, I suspected that her granddaughter Lily might have fallen victim to Thorold. If that was the case, even if the security office found some clues, they probably wouldn't dare to trouble Thorold. "Don't worry. I promise I will help you find your granddaughter."

After listening to her, she didn't have the heart to deny the poor old lady. She nodded in assertion before saying "please call me Shanaya" and getting off the bed she was about to walk into the ensuite bathroom when she heard her say. "I work for sir, I can't call you by your name" Shanaya turned to her before letting out "you're older than me, just like my Reema bi. Please don't call me ma'am" her soft voice sounded and the old lady couldn't help beaming and nodded at her. She found her soft person and already liked her nature.

the old lady said, clicking the lock of the suitcase, she saw neatly arranged paper money in it. "So? Where are you from?" the lady asked, sitting beside her. Both of them stared at the money in front of them. "Uh..." she stammered. She forgot that she had to make up names of where she lived and who she is now that she was in a world of mortals. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me," the old lady quickly said, her red lips stretched in a smile, "I'm Penelope, by the way." She slightly bowed her head, and she smiled, a small one, contemplating saying her real name, but then she realized that if she was to forget about her past, she should name herself a new name. A new identity to start a ne

An old man demandingly said. "Hush Cristopher!" The old lady said. "Hello dear, my name is Irina," she introduced herself, "The old man there wearing glasses is Aldrich, this is Gretchen," She pointed to the old lady holding a cane, I waved at her and she delightfully smiled back, "And him, the man who was rude to you just now is Cristopher. Feel free to ignore him, we would very much understand if you do." She said, clicking her tongue.

The old lady let out peaks of laughter, “Oh dear, you are such a pleasure to be around.” She held onto Ivy as they crossed to the opposite side. “Thank you so much, darling. You’re such a sweet girl.” Ivy turned around to leave when the old lady’s grip on her arm tightened and her mouth dropped open as she stared at the woman. “Fix your expression, they could be watching so you have to be careful,” the old lady maintained an appreciative look like she was still thanking Ivy. Ivy had a lot of questions running through her head but she settled on one that was the most important, “How do you know my name and who sent you to me?”