Old Man Consequences Novels & Stories

He’d be hell at poker. “And second,” Maron continues, “what’s the motive? The Old Man isn’t vindictive. Never has been.” That’s the part gnawing at us, too. Why us? Why now? But there are a lot of crazies out there, like Lee said. “Maybe he’s gone senile,” I offer. “Onset dementia. Or maybe just — hell — anger management issues. There are a lot of pissed-off people out there. Not the first time someone’s wanted us dead over some fucked-up reasons.”

the man said and Ashman laughed devilishly with his hand running through his fine hair. “And you know the consequences of every one of your actions, right?” At his last word, he returned his gaze back at the man - raising a brow. The man shivered a bit but got his posture immediately. I wondered what the heck they were discussing about. Consequences? Can’t let go? What’s that? “And should I mark your word? My grandchildren are all that I have left.” the man who was acting all bold and witful - suddenly subtle looking like one who was in Ashman’s mercy.

The old man looked at Benjamin with a warning: "Benjamin, no matter what, he's still your uncle. Even if he did something wrong, he can still turn over a new leaf. Do you really have to make it this far?" "Oh! Does the old man only think that he just did something wrong? Illegal laboratories, illegal research into non-human genes, and even human experimentation, so many illegal activities, plus money laundering, drugging my wife, drugging me, and even having lives on his hands. Does the old man think this person can still turn over a new leaf?" The old man was shocked to the extreme. Although he knew his eldest son was stupid, he didn't expect him to be this stupid. He had done so many illeg

Again, this reeked of Richard. Blackmail, especially when it was weaponised, was the way he operated. “I believe you're not the only one who received such a similar video, Ben,” I told the older man, “are you sure you still want to do this?” “If my grandson is dealing drugs, then he should go to jail,” he told me. “I went to jail in my juvenile years for a crime and it taught me that actions have consequences.” “I am in your debt, Ben,” I said. I could not believe there were still wholeheartedly kind people in the world.

the old man asked with a displeased expression. Aaron didn’t say anything as he knew that he couldn’t give him a satisfactory answer. “You filthy bastard! You can’t even answer my question! I was so blind in the past to listen to your father and your pleas to give the marriage contract between the Clarks and you a chance instead of your elder brother! If it was your elder brother, he would never have shamed our family the same way you did today!” the old man continued. “Truly, a son bore from a mistress will behave like the mother. A son born from a cheating man will also be a cheating man when he grows up!” an old woman said calmly but her eyes seemed to show how displeased she was.

The old man said with a grunt as he repositioned himself on the chair. “Just because you have affluence doesn’t mean that there would not be consequences for your actions! You crossed the line by shutting down six platforms just to stop a piece of news from coming out.” “What?” Rhett uttered in surprise. “I know everything that’s going on in this city grandson! And I knew when that sly woman came back with a disguise. Anyway, things could have gotten out of hand had I not thrown them a more interesting bait to get them off you. If news of you two surfaces on the internet, do you think it wouldn’t affect the company?” The old man yelled but barely above his frail condition.

Quinton let out a cold laugh, not paying Harold any mind at all. "Third grandfather, I'll leave Harold to you. He actually dared to steal from our family. You have to get justice for us!" Quinton told the old man. The old man nodded. He walked forward and stared right at Harold. "Harold, I'll give you one last warning. As long as you return those pills to us and compensate us for all the trouble, the Hunts will think about letting you off! Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences!" The old man said coldly.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I know your rejuvenation method involves using cruel and vicious means. You’re perhaps using living people to make guiding drugs. The crime is grave, yet the effects are insignificant.” The old man did not expect Baby Zetty to see through his method of rejuvenation. “How did you know?” Baby Zetty said, “Because I can see the signs of aging on you, which shows that your method has very little effect.” “What are your methods, then?” the old man asked. Baby Zetty began to state her conditions, “Release the people from Imperial Capital and lend me your laboratory. I’ll tell you then.” The old man smiled evilly and asked, “And why should I believe you?”

Did they not have a conscience? “Has she agreed for you to take it legally on them?” “Yes we did speak about the benefits. To be Frank with you, the old woman lost her child to an accident that was how she wrote such an amazing book. I did read the comic and really had to hand it over to them, they have no heart to do such to an old lady.” George rested his head on the pillow and kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “That is why everything will change tomorrow. They think they would be able to get away with it, not with me around! ” The call abruptly hung up in between their sweet conversation. She looked confused at the phone and strolled into the bedroom

"You created it." "Same thing." The old man shrugged. "The result was the same. William lost everything. His money. His reputation. His family." He paused. "His wife left him. Did you know that? Clara walked out because she couldn't stand being married to a man who'd been exposed as a fraud." Ella's heart clenched. "She didn't know the truth." "None of us did. Except me." The old man looked at her. "I watched your father fall. Watched him lose everything he'd ever loved. And I felt—" He stopped. "I felt nothing."