Old Lady Names Novels & Stories

He wasn't the least bit available, even if he was single. Scarlett hurried off, leaving them awkwardly standing there. "This is some place you have here." Adeline turned, surveying the hilltop with all the people and the barn. "What, or who, are the L.O.L.s?" Garth shook his head. "It's a silly name that's stuck. The women of a certain age in Ransom all hang out at the tea room in the back of the antique store. Someone started calling them the Little Old Lady Gang, or the L.O.L.s for short."

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?”

she said as she got up to walk out of my room "What is your name?" I asked as I remembered that I don't know her name "My name's Nancy" she said with a small smile on her face "Can I call you aunt Nancy?" I asked the old lady standing in front of me "Of course, dear" she said nodding her head with a small smile on her face

"Oh." I respond with nothing but that. Jean did tell me how powerful this witch is gifted to be. But at the end of the day, a witch needs something in return to grant a curse or a wish. A boon, in neutral terms. "Her name is Olga. One of the oldest witches to have ever lived on the planet." Says Jacob, letting me curl like a kitten over his chest. "Is she understanding? Have you met her before?" Before answering me, a chuckle suddenly rumbles out of his chest.

she said as she stuck her head into her study and called for the old man. He had been going through her study with the hopes of digging some information out of it. But after going through the entire place, all he found were her work documents or project-related files. This girl is clearly a workaholic! I’ve also found her full name—I really like how it sounds. Myra Stark. Myra Stark… Myra’s a name derived from olden days; it translates to ‘sweet and gentle’… That’s how women are supposed to be…

This showed that Lyra's background was not that simple. The old lady was not kind. In fact, she gave off an evil feeling. In reality, she was a cruel and cunning evil woman. No one knew her real name. She was given the name Roxanne Young. People call her ‘Mother Roxanne’. In reality, this old lady was similar to the mother in the drama, ‘My Fair Princess’. “Mother Roxanne, Kirin has not visited me these past few days. I don’t even know where that brat has gone and what he is doing. This son of mine is getting rebellious the older he gets.”

the short old lady said excitedly as she led the blonde girl to get tent in the back. "Um, thanks," she replied nervously, not really knowing what to say. "Were you able to find out the man's name? Or did you discover his nature?" the witch asked as she sat her down on a low stool. "Um, I managed to get his name," Cassie replied. "Good, good. So tell me the name and I will tell you his nature," the old lady said. Cassie took out the crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "Sorry, I kind of forgot to read the name," she said as she squinted her eyes to see the handwriting. The paper was snatched out of her hand.

Lord Agamanan spoke for the first time since the lord of the underworld arrived. "Lord Agamanan, please forgive me for not greeting you earlier," Lucifer apologized. "You don't worry about it, Lord Lucifer," the witch lord assured. Among all the Lords and Kings, the witch Lord is the oldest. He is much older than the others. Even though the others are old enough, their age never shows on their faces. Their youthful look remained the same. The lord looks older with his greying hair and wrinkled skin. He looks a little tanned, and on the shorter side.

she said. I shook my head. Looking at the woman, she was old enough to be my grandmother. How then can I just call her by her name? "You are older and I can't call you by your first name" I disagree politely. The old woman gave me a playful smile. "Don't you know you are been unfair by calling me old?" she asked, raising a brow. I smiled at her seeing how free she was to me." I am so sorry. I am…" " Come on, don't take my word to heart. I was only joking. Moreover my name is Vitel and Anne is just a nickname given to me. Everyone calls me Anne and I'm sure you wouldn't want to be the odd one" she said still smiling.