Old Man Consequences Novels & Stories

He looks up to me and turn the television off before facing me. “ I will not marry that bitch!” I said in a louder voice before throwing the apple in the nearest trash can. His eyes follows my movement and I sighed heavily, controlling all of my emotions. “ You will, our business is in chaos.” And right at this moment, I have noticed that the old man is becoming old. The fine line in his face became more visible and his white hair will be easily noticed even in far distance. “ W-What do you mean in chaos? It was just doing fine!”

They are the ones who gives out the punishments accordingly to those who go against the council and going against them could even be another punishment on its own. The room remained silent, nobody daring to raise a question or challenge the Elders and this gave the Elders the chance to say what they wanted to. “Aamon,” Elder Samuel’s voice was clear in the room and when Aamon’s eyes met his, he continued, “you sent your men to raid Old-Vine Town and they killed a number of two hundred and thirty-six souls, including young innocent ones.” The silence continued and Aamon didn’t say a word on it. The Elder glared down at him and said, “The consequence of what you did is death. Your men whom you

"I used to sell here with the reason that I can still remember my late wife who died in this hospital. But I'm old, and my memory is starting to get bad. So I changed my way of thinking. All my memories and her stay in my heart without me needing to try hard to remember. And I'm staying here with the intention of entertaining people like you. People like us." Sean fell silent. He was speechless after hearing something that touched his feelings so much. The old man got up from his chair and walked away into his porridge shop. For a moment, Sean thought about those words carefully. The old man had experienced a painful period first, then Sean would feel it after this. But the question is; can

The Old Man also praised Celine a lot for her new achievement of becoming the new director of “The Silver” “Mom!” This is my wife Ophelia! Rome finally talked making everyone stop what they were doing and look, at Ophelia. “Mtcheeew!” Mrs. Sinclair hissed and stumbled inside the house. Her husband followed her and Rome stood up to receive a call outside. Leaving Ophelia, Celine, and the Old man in the room. Neglecting, Ophelia the two continued their conversation. After a while, the old man said he had a gift for Celine and he went up to bring it.

he said. “And what are those consequences?” I asked him. “The Elders will decide whether it is retribution, financial punishment or both,” he said. “I’ll take my chances, now fuck off,” I said to him. “Twenty-four hours Sire,” he said and turned around. “Jay please ensure that this piece of McIntyre shit leaves our territory and doesn’t pollute our nice upper side with the stench that is their lair,” I said and Jay smirked as he looked at the man.

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Because he does not want to die, he is willing to take part in acts that are unethical in order to prolong his life. Old John did not care about Zane's wishes, so he promptly signaled to his henchmen to hit him on the head with an iron rod. Zane was severely injured as a result of Old John's actions. The pleadings of Zane were disregarded. Blood had been splattered not only over Old Zane's face and neck, but also on the wall behind him. There was even a trace of blood on the floor. They did not bother to clean up the mess after they were through since the house had never been occupied in the first place, and there was no need in doing so because the evidence would have been lost to time rega

It was obvious that Wilkud could not trust a single word spoken by the man. Wilkud wondered what had caused this man to go mad and lose his mind in this way. Perhaps it was the consequence of all the years spent dealing with dying men and all the horrors he had witnessed? Maybe it was due to something else that had happened more recently? It was possible that he was the result of having dealt with a true conjurer of the dead. Was this his own fate? Wilkud wondered grimly, momentarily distracted. "Are you surprised?" gasped the old man.

And now? So were the consequences.

"That's the problem with you, Luke. You never know until the moment's passed." He advanced a cautious step, holding out his hand. "I'm not the same man." She regarded him. "No? Then why do I still get the feeling that I'm always the one picking up after you?" He looked down, shame etched on his face. "I… I didn't think one night would matter. We were both young, drunk. I was stupid. I never thought—" He swallowed, voice catching. "Not consequences." Amiriam's breathing was a constricted thread of sound. "Consequences don't care about our reasons. They arrive whether we invite them or not."