Old Man Consequences Novels & Stories

I bowed and entered my car as I drove off, That old lady’s face and her last words kept on replaying in my face, even after the painful stabs I gave to her but she was still thinking about me even at the last minute, For the first time in my thug life, I regretted killing someone, and that was this old lady, How I wish I never gave her that last stab, which killed her……..

Edwin clench his jaw angrily. "I don't care if someone else comes in here and say you impregnated them. All we have to do is confirm it and if it's yours, you will marry them. I don't care how many." the old man say. "Let this be a lesson for being a man whore" I look at Edwin. He could burn someone with the way he is fuming. "You should be glad it's just pregnancy. Think about it, if it's an STD" the old man say as he stands up.

“By cause, I believe you will lead us well.” “Or you think I will make you the head of chiefs.” he read the old’s man’s mind out cutting him off guard. “I... I... I am not doing it because of benefit.” his forehead knitted into three lines and Axel scoffs. “I see,” he replied with a grunt. “Now that you are hell-bent on working for me, kill Mr surety and kill yourself afterward.” The old man’s eyes widen in horror while Axel just looks into the man, his eyes boring lots of holes into them

He continued "You are a gorgeous young lady. And I'd like to know you better. What department are you?" I wondered if that was his job to know about me "Microbiology" I said. "Crazy jean is not allowed here. Hope you know you are in the college of health sciences and not art" I looked down at my outfit then he continued "You have fine thighs though" he licked his lip again. It was then I realized the old man is a pervert. Somebody please bail me out of this. This old man is just wasting my time here, I cried in my thought.

" I won't hurt them but my dear you still lost the bet now didn't you? So there must be consequences. Okay? " " Consequences? " The old woman nodded. "But don't worry," she said, her voice softening. "It won't be anything too terrible. In fact, it may even be something good. All you need to do is to keep an open mind, and be ready for whatever comes your way." She smiled, and her eyes shone with a strange light. "Ready?" David swallowed hard, his heart thudding in his chest. But he knew he had no choice. He nodded. "I'm ready."

"You'll have me to deal with.” "Well, I tried,” he said and stood up. "We can still do it without you anyway.” He sighed and beckoned on them to leave; they walked past me and went further a bit before the old man paused. He turned to me with a pitiful stare. “You’re making a big mistake, White Wolf,” he said. "And you better prepare yourself for the consequences.” He turned, and they continued down the woods in the same direction they came. I kept my eyes on them, watching them from a distance to make sure they were leaving.

"It’s a slow-acting cold poison. I’ve been taking hot herbal medicine, so the cold and heat counteract each other. If it were more severe, it could cause a disruption in my body, but since I haven’t been home for long, I’ve taken a small amount, so the harm is minimal." The old lady breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness we found out in time. If we hadn’t, you could have suffered serious internal damage. With your legs..." She wiped away her tears, heartbroken over her youngest son. He already couldn’t walk, and if his health were further damaged, what would happen to him? The old man’s expression turned cold as he reflected on what Russell had told him earlier. He spoke solemnly, "So, y

“You’re acting completely out of character!” “What do know about my fucking character, Oldy?” I snorted. “You shot hundreds of darts at a lone girl and then dragged her to be locked up by the asshole Alpha King to be his broodmare. When she refused to be his whore, would you call that acting out of character? What kind of man are you? Have you ever asked yourself that? Perhaps you can’t stand looking at yourself in the mirror if you still have an ounce of conscience?” Oldy’s face turned purple in rage, but shame flickered in his hard eyes.

The old man's voice sounded alright, leaving me wondering when he actually recovered from his real illness. “I hope you're alright, Grandpa. You've got everyone worried,” I murmured, not hiding my disappointment. Besides, what if Thomas Sinclair had actually succeeded? What if that guy had managed to poison him with carbon dioxide? I guess Grandpa was in collusion with the nurses who alerted us. “Come on, Olivia… Don't be mad at this old man. Theo Wellington couldn't do all the work by himself. One has to be more cunning than his enemies.” Yet, it's very dangerous.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi