Old People Names Novels & Stories

When she lifted her gaze again, she once more caught the young man’s gaze. "Ija, eat up. It’s delicious," said the old man as he put some food on her plate. "T-thank you," she said softly, feeling awkward because of the young man’s constant gaze, as though he was carefully scrutinizing her. "By the way, my name is Gener. Just call me Lolo Gener," the old man said to her. She smiled faintly. "Thank you, Lolo Gener..." "This is Tonya and her brother, Jake," Gener introduced the two children to her. Finally, Gener patted the young man's shoulder, who was sitting across from her. "And this is my grandson, Drei."

she said, full of doubts. "No need to say it," continued the old man, waving his hand in front of his face. "I am just saying what I have to say. Ah, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Dean Alde–” the man was clearing his throat. “I mean, Dean. Dean Gilbert, Keith's maternal grandfather." "Rosemarie Clark," she replied. "Piacere di conoscerti, Nonno. [It is nice to meet you, Grandpa.]"

The old man exuded such authority when he spoke. What's your given name? "My name is Prince Peter Justice Maclean, and I am your servant." You've already taken the name? Hahaha Yes, Grandpa, I knew the voice. I am quite proud of your surname. I trust you will maintain the name holy, as you have taken it upon yourself to do. Yes, Grandpa, I swear I'll keep it sacred and even add to it. I realize you've got a lot on your plate. Is it possible for you to spend a month in this cave with me? Yes, Grandpa, I'm prepared.

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.

they kept small talking on their way back " So what are their Names?" " the oldest is called Draco, the middle is Azar and the youngest is Kai" " This are very beautiful names, not even I could've done a better job" " oh please it was very easy to pick these names it only took the whole night" they looked at each other and started laughing " looks like we have arrived " *sigh* " yeah it seems so " " than good night Celea" " good night "

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.

The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth, “Old bitch…” I cursed and gave her one last stab making it ten, more blood gushed out from her mouth, right now I knew she’ll never survive “Right…now….the police are on their way, run….before…they…catch you little boy, repen….t” She fought and breathed her last breath I was shocked even after what I did to this old lady she still cared about me even at the point of her death, how could I have done this to such a beautiful soul

He asked the question when I didn't have the strength to. "What was your daughter's name, Robert?" The old man turned to us in confusion before he answered, "Anna, her name was Anna Rivera." ###

The old man chuckled and said, "A name is just a name. What's so good about it? I've had many names. Some people called me Wang Xu; some called me Wang Chan, Xuanweizi, Ghost Valley Sage..." He sounded indifferent when he talked about himself; he was seemingly unenthusiastic with those titles. 'What?' Darryl felt as if there was a clap of thunder in his mind as his body stiffened, and he felt confused. 'Gho... Ghost Valley Sage?' 'This old man is the Ghost Valley Sage—the most phenomenal person on earth?'

He said, shuffling around before he picked up an aged book. ''Do you, by any chance, remember the name of the Elder who told you that you are supposedly a Lone Wolf?'' He asked, skimming through the aged papers. ''Yeah, uhm I think it's Elena McCall.'' I replied with a tired sigh. ''Elena?" He asked, halting in his skimming. "There's no elder by the name of Elena. As a matter of fact there's no female elder.'' He said, shutting the book close.