Old Lady Names Novels & Stories

the lady said. Khloe felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. "By the way… may I ask how I should address you? If it's not convenient, that's fine. I just don't want to be rude by calling you incorrectly." Her voice was warm, soft, and easy to like. The gentleman chuckled. "Our surname is Orsen. Just call us Grandpa and Grandma Orsen." "Grandpa Orsen, Grandma Orsen," Khloe repeated gently. The elderly lady smiled, finding Khloe obedient and polite—far more considerate than her own mischievous grandchildren.

“Alright. That miserable-looking one there is Elder Corvin—the one who permanently looks like he swallowed a whole, unripe lemon. Next to him is the perpetually silent Elder Theon. Then that younger-looking one, with the sharp, hawk-like eyes, that’s Darius. The silver-haired woman beside him is Lyra, the brunette with the judging eyes is Selene, and the one with the dark hair and the consistently sharper tongue is Mira.” I follow his pointing finger, trying to rapidly memorize the faces and their accompanying mental tags, nodding seriously like I’m cramming for a final exam. “Got it. Corvin, Theon, Darius, Lyra, Selene, Mira. All noted.” Then I look up at him again, my memory failing instan

She invited us inside the house. "Long time no see, My lady." the old woman greeted my mom again, now with formality. "I already gave up that title a long time a go. There's no need for formalities." My mother sit on a wooden chair and I sit beside her. The old lady inspect me and I am smiling. "It's been a long time already... Time passes by like a lightning. You've grown up beautiful. What's your name?" I didn't answer the old lady and meet my mom's eyes. She just nodded.

She didn’t live long with Jack… she wanted to grow old with him… “Who am I to take back what the heavens have deemed fitting?” The old woman shrugged. “Oh really??” Mira looked eagerly at the old woman. “Um” “What shall I call you?” “I am called Eldora by the masters.” “Who is your master?” “Since you have arrived, I guess it will be you.” “No… no need … I am still a little girl.” Mira shook her head like a rattle; Eldora laughed. “Thank you for helping me hide before.” Mira whispered.

"I don’t want to sleep anymore." The old lady’s expression softened, and she nodded understandingly. "I’m sorry if I startled you," she said. Her tone sounded apologetic. "I just wanted to check on you. My name is Kaitlyn. I’m Alejandro’s grandmother." My eyes widened in surprise. Alejandro’s grandmother? The Matriarch of the pack? Even though I haven't seen her for once, I had heard stories about her, how she was a force to be reckoned with, how even someone as powerful and strong as Alpha Alejandro feared her wrath, because of how deadly it was. I had imagined her to be intimidating, but the woman sitting in front of me didn't seem intimidating at all.

“I miss the good ol’ days. When your mama used to drag all of you down here. The Calloways practically paid my rent.” My mouth tugs into a smile. “Happy to be of service.” “How’s your mama? Still hitched to that buffoon?” “You mean my dad?” He scoffs. “If that’s what you call him. I would’ve treated her better. Woman never gave me a shot.” “Yeah, I can’t imagine why.” Oldie — probably not even his real name — is somewhere in his seventies now. He never corrected us when we called him that as kids. He just wore the nickname like a crown.

"The quiz, my dear ward, is nine other than Albert Harrington, one of the food. In spite of his absurd clothes, he'd unexceptionable enough but he has a sharp tongue so it's wise for young ladies to stay on his right side. Don't laugh at him." Two old ladies in an ancient landau were staring at them with an intensity which in lesser persons would be considered rude. Felix did not wait to be asked. "And those are the Misses Henley. They're as. Old as bedamned and know absolutely everyone. Kind would. One's entirely vague and the other's sharp as needles." Margaret smile. His potted histories were entertaining.

Myra was astounded by the eccentric old lady who was standing before them with a basket of fruits. “Bibik Ina,” Hart pronounced, approaching the elderly woman slowly. Myra observed the guilt written over his face. Right, the name the old lady had called was Milla, not Myra… she vaguely remembered that Hart had even called her Milla unconsciously. “You have aged,” Hart said in a foreign language. He sounded more solemn than ever, his eyes looking downcast. Myra assumed this old lady was someone he knew, watching them slowly while maintaining her distance. The old woman was still staring at her as they spoke.

She should be lucky I respect Elders. “That old woman…” I talked to the younger omega. “What’s her name?” The young omega glances at the old woman, who is sitting on the couch, wiping her glasses. “Martha,” the young omega shortly responded. Nice pair of servers. An old omega who looks like she would skin me alive and a young omega who saves her words like it was gold. “And you? What’s your name?” “Andrea,” she responded without even looking at me. Her head was bowed, her usual posture. She was too focused on scrubbing my skin as if her world revolved around it.

"How should I address the two of you?" Unlike Anna who was so cunning, Grace was asking casually. "My surname is Waller," The Old Madam said, "This is my daughter-in-law, her surname is Graves." Grace did not think about Wolf Family at all. Smiling, she called the Old Madam as "Auntie Waller". When the Old Madam heard it, she was elated; she had not heard people call her that in a very long time. Those who knew her, even if they were around the same age as Kylin, would all have to call her as Old Madam Wolf.