Old Lady Names Novels & Stories

“I’m a friend of your daughter Aria.” “Aria?” The old man looked confused. “I don’t have a daughter named Aria.” “What?” I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my photos, and showed him a picture of her. “This woman.” “Oh, you mean Olga,” the old man said, his face lighting up with recognition. “Olga? Her name is Olga?” “Yes,” he sighed deeply. “But she always hated that name. Thought it was ugly and unfriendly. I guess she finally managed to change it.”

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.

Alex said and walked toward Grandma May. Kent and company reflexively turned to watch Alex. He knew Alex’s real identity by now and knew that Alex’s nana was the famed Old Mrs. York who was really good at managing the household and educating her grandsons. When he saw Alex walk straight up to the old lady who was sitting with his mother, Kent was shocked. It turned out that the old lady was the Old Mrs. York. Had they not said that she was already in her nineties? That old lady looked like she was only in her seventies. Had she just kept herself in very good shape?

I don’t know his name — never asked. Then, I look at the old man. I don’t know his name either and the old lady who supported me last time…I don’t know her like the three of them. I only know the name of the young woman — the scary one. Her name is Leena but she is not my Leena. I do wonder if it’s a coincidence. “ No. It’s not. ” I jump in my spot when she speaks up all of a sudden. “ All Orpheuns are Descendants of the higher ups with the same names. ” The old lady joins in, speaking in her polite tone.

The sound of footsteps came near, and I snapped for my gaze to fall on an old woman who looked very old. What am I doing here with an old woman? She should be in her late nineties or thereabouts. She inched closer, and I took in a breath and seized it while waiting to hear what she had to say to me. "What is your name, young Miss?" She questioned. "I don’t know my name!" I stuttered "Okay, don’t worry; with time, you will get to keep everything. "My name is Lia, the last witch of the violet star pack that has lived.

So even the headmaid wasn't exempted. I knocked and I was told to enter. I saw the old lady whose hair was all white and glowing due to old age. Sometimes I wonder how old she could be to be able to have such full white air. Well I don't have the audacity to ask her but I couldn't help but wonder. I'm so sure she's almost half a thousand years been that we werewolves can live a thousand if not killed. Even with her advancing in age, she's still strong. She is a retired warrior and it was still obvious with her powerful voice. "You called me Sally" I bowed.

Being the more talkative of the pair, Megan advised the old lady. "Alright." The old lady smiled. She took her phone from the passenger seat. "Can I get your contact information?" Although it sounded like a question, she had already displayed her WhatsApp QR Code for them to scan." They only helped her out as a simple gesture, but seeing the old lady being so proactive, they added her to their contacts. The old lady's WhatsApp username was her real name, Jane Hamilton. Her name was unique, and Celeste felt like she had heard this name before.

Danté watched her cautiously, old, maybe in her late fifties, she walked with a hunched back but no cane to hold her up, though her smile was proper grandma sweet, Danté didn't trust her for a second. "And who are you old lady?" She tipped her dress formally and bowed gracefully "You may call me Guinevere young Prince... And I've been looking for you your whole life"

After all, he is the only person smiling at the moment as the old man and Rome are busy glaring at each other with a cold glare. “What is your name little girl,” The Old man asked still maintaining eye contact with Rome. “Ophelia”, she replied with a smile. He was about to ask her another question again when two ladies stumbled into the room with shopping bags. One was Celine and the other woman was older. Seems like she is Rome’s mother. Celine rushed towards the old man kneeling in front of him respectfully she handed over a pack of tea to him. The Old Man also praised Celine a lot for her new achievement of becoming the new director of “The Silver”.

She wanted to get this done quickly so she could spend time with Merrow. Decision made, she nodded, “That would be lovely.” “Lola, you said your name was?” The older woman asked as she poured a cup of tea. “Yes, ma’am.” “Ack, don’t call me ma’am. It makes me feel old. My name is Annwn.” She said as she leaned over, the bracelets on her wrist clanging together as she handed Lola a cup of steaming tea. “Yes, ma- Annwn.” Lola said as she took a sip of the mint tea.