Old People Names Novels & Stories

He trailed off. "Die," I completed for him. He had his reasons for not wanting to finish the statement. (E stands for Elder). Currently, he is the oldest among us, having retired. He is now 1,017 years old. "Before we head out now. Any information about this enemy we need to know?" I asked.

Several guesses filled his head, but Long Chen did not want to ask the middle-aged man. "Ho! I forgot to tell you my name, didn't I? You can call me Old Ci instead of continuing to call me senior!" said Old Ci, introducing himself to Long Chen Li Wei with a smile. Long Chen just nodded and continued to follow him from behind without saying anything. Even though he was curious, he refrained from asking Old Ci any questions. After all, Long Chen still didn't want to have anything to do with this middle-aged man whose intentions towards him were still unclear.

"Yes your Highness... I will summon on the Witch Ayanna Mahatma to the Ashwoods." "Good". Darius mumbled and stood up again..." Today will be the first and last you all will bring a goddamn bad news to my ears." "We're so sorry Your Majesty... it won't repeat itself ". the Elders apologise immediately "Elder Albertsons Elder Ruger Elder Wells Elder Oliver Elder Harrison Elder Rowan Elder Sage Elder Thorne Elder Raymond Elder Nathaniel Elder Caspian

"Chief Inspector Bethwel Kanda." His voice was firm. "Identify yourself." The old man smiled politely. "You still introduce yourselves before asking questions." He climbed the remaining steps with surprising agility for someone who looked well into his seventies. When he reached the surface, he placed the lantern on the ground. "I appreciate good manners." Bethwel's patience wore thin. "Your name." The old man looked at him for a long moment. "My name is Ezekiel Mboya." He tapped the ring of rusted keys in his hand.

“I’m a friend of your daughter Aria.” “Aria?” The old man looked confused. “I don’t have a daughter named Aria.” “What?” I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my photos, and showed him a picture of her. “This woman.” “Oh, you mean Olga,” the old man said, his face lighting up with recognition. “Olga? Her name is Olga?” “Yes,” he sighed deeply. “But she always hated that name. Thought it was ugly and unfriendly. I guess she finally managed to change it.”

" The old man presented himself to me while also calling my deceased name. “How? " I probed again, startled that he was also aware of my deceased name. "Don't worry, Ms. Damore, your grandmother, Madam Lylah Irita Damore, has told me about your deceased and current names," he said “But don't worry, I will never tell anyone about it because I made a promise your grandmother and grandfather that I will be loyal to them while also serving my loyalty as a payment for their kindness that they have shown to me," the old man made clear, trying to assure me that he would not tell anybody about my past.

“Elder Freya. The… The ‘Silent Elder’.” For a moment, the old man continued to blink at me in that owl-like manner—that was, until I mentioned her nickname. The Silent Elder. That was when he stepped out from behind the bookcase. “The Silent Elder,” he whispered, almost in reverence. “What sort of information do you require?”

Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard.

The maid responded, slowly descending to sit back on the bed. “I’m called Natgy.” The Old lady throated and just like that, I knew both character's names. So the Tiny-looking maid’s name was Andrea and Old straw-skinned lady here was called Natgy. I could try to work with that. But I don’t like how Natgy sounds. Andrea nodded and the Old lady smiled at her before turning back to me. She smiled at me too. Even with her smile, her look was intimidating and she knew it, as satisfaction was written all over her guise.

The old man wanted to try laughing once more but he tasted first before he understood that hot lines of tears were now freely falling down his face. The salty liquid touched his lips which further brought forth another string of tears from his eyes. The old man closed his lips and tried to whisper the names of his family. Of a past long gone but never forgotten. "Olivia, Maru, Uwyn." three words but held all the loveliest memories he ever accomplished in his life. Though he failed to say the names clearly as his broken body could not anymore indulge him even that short respite of peace, of a happy recollection, still the old man continued to try.