Old Women Names Novels & Stories

Caroline extended her words, her mind spinning to find a proper and suitable name for this conglomerate. "Grandpa," Caroline said. Marcus burst into laughter, along with her father, mother, and the graceful old woman of the same age as Mr. Marcus. "Call him Grandpa, Caroline," the graceful old woman shook Caroline's hand, hugged her, and smiled warmly, as warm as Caroline's grandmother. "I used to bear Juliana when i was young but you can call me grandma too." The old woman introduced herself, and Caroline realized that Juliana was Mr. Marcus' wife.

She was very old, even needing a walking stick to help her, but she had the strength of an alpha. "Thank you so much for getting here so soon. I'm sorry if we caused you any inconvenience." I said softly. She waved my words off, "Nonsense! I'm glad that you came by. My name is Norabi, but everyone calls me Elder. I was the packs luna before my son and his wife."

My hands suddenly felt itchy as I began to scratch them from where I stood. "Who are you, people. " "Oh, my manners. " The old woman, for a second covered her circled lips with her right hand. "I'm Sandra and this hospitable girl here... " She motioned towards the little girl beside her, "... Is um... Is... " she repeated scratching her grey-colored hair. "Mae, " The little girl completed. "Mae, yes Mae, " Sandra caressed her forehead with her palm and heaved a sigh. "Don't mind me, old age slowly creeps on as the times pass by. "

" Hey sweetie. What's your name". " Aasha". She chooses to not say her full name while being with other men. " That's a beautiful name". Said the old lady as she stared at her with a pinpointed stare as she spoke. " Your beauty is reminding me of my youth dear. You are really pretty. Be careful. Beauty attracts possession ". The old lady said still not taking off her eyes as she sipped her drink while her thoughts wondering how a lady can be this beautiful. For a word like beauty, she can easily stand as an example.

"Oh." I respond with nothing but that. Jean did tell me how powerful this witch is gifted to be. But at the end of the day, a witch needs something in return to grant a curse or a wish. A boon, in neutral terms. "Her name is Olga. One of the oldest witches to have ever lived on the planet." Says Jacob, letting me curl like a kitten over his chest. "Is she understanding? Have you met her before?" Before answering me, a chuckle suddenly rumbles out of his chest.

She explained but stopped when she recalled that she knew nothing about these people yet, and the same fate could still happen if they knew the kind of wolf she was. The elderly woman smiled and gave a slight nod as she spoke up. “My name is Agatha. And she is Clara.” Agatha uttered, pointing to the younger woman who identified as Clara. “What’s your name?” She further inquired. “My name is Belinda. Belinda Bartling.” Belinda answered, and Agatha nodded with a smile. “I love your name, Belinda.” Clara spoke up, and Belinda turned to look at her, a faint smile forming around the corner of her lips.

she smiled coquettishly and nudged Tanya, "Mum, what's my second grandma's name? Maybe I should change my name" Tanya's face turned gloomy as she wad made to remember her late mother who she failed to save. With a sad smile, Tanya pulled the girl's cheeks. "Her name is also kinda tacky. My mother's name is Catherine you have another grandma too. Her name is Linda" Celine rolled her eyes in such a way that made the room felt as if the name of the devil was just called. "Tanya please! That woman is not her grandmother and can never be! Her only grandmas are Catherine and Keturah" she said.

'You wait here, I'll bring warm tea and water for you', the old lady went further inside the cottage with her slow shaky limbs, her back arched at 90 degress in her dotage due to senescence. 'Beti, my limbs may be weak but i still have strength left in me like my days when I used to be a young beautiful woman..', the old woman spoke fetching two glasses of water, her hands trembling yet heart had so much vigour to serve. 'Let's eat something before the sunset. I ran out of oil today so I can't lit the earthen lamp..'

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

“What’s your name?” The older woman was almost chock on her coffee. Althea acted immediately and handed her the tissue. “Thank you, my apologies—I forgot to tell you!” Althea shook her head. “No, it’s okay.” “The name is Victoria,” she said while wiping her lips. Althea leaned in, “Victoria…?” Victoria’s eyebrows rose by her curiousness but didn’t say a word about it. “It’s Victoria Atkinson.” Althea almost sighed with relief. Goodness, she thought she would hear ‘Victoria Barns’, but it turns out she was wrong. She relaxed and leaned back in her chair.