Older Man Novels & Stories

The voice was calm. Old. Confident. Adrian turned. An elderly man stood beneath a streetlamp across the sidewalk. He looked to be nearly eighty. Neatly combed silver hair. A charcoal overcoat. Black leather gloves. He carried an umbrella even though he wasn't standing beneath it. Rain landed on his shoulders without drawing the slightest reaction. "I'm sorry," Adrian said politely. "Do we know each other?" The old man smiled. "No." "Then..." "I knew your grandfather." The sentence stopped Adrian where he stood.

Who will help me assuming you pass on at this point? The older man hacked once more, his voice debilitating constantly. " I previously told you, kid. I let you know all that I know; all you need to do now is reestablish your memory, and my work is finished. So go on, delay until the seventh, when the demise rundown will bring you, and request that he reestablish your memory; my work will be done by then, at that point," the elderly person added. His grip on Nelanian's hand debilitated, and his hand slipped from the wrist. Inside, Nelanian battled with his decisions. Whenever he looked down, he saw the Elderly person's eyes were closing. I attempted to slowly i

With his face filled with wrinkles, the old man had plain white clothes on and he appeared to have lost an arm as well. Despite how frail the old man looked, Welson couldn’t help but feel nervous. ‘How did he even get here? And when did he appear behind me?’ “…May I know who you are, sir? And why have you come to search for the Crawford family on this island?” replied Welson as he bowed slightly, understanding that this old man was no ordinary person. “I’m the great master… Christopher Moldell!”

the old man held the middle aged man's hand and requested "I beg you to protect him, go away from here, stay anywhere but stay safe, we have only him so please take him away" middle aged man replied "please don't say like that, he is like my own son, I will protect him always, but first we should save you" the old man said "no I can't be alive for more time, so forget about me and go" after completing the sentence the old man fell down john screamed "grandpa" the middle aged man felt sad but he needs to protect John because after listening to John's voice those men started searching for them, so using the shortcut the method he took john out from the forest to highway, they entered into city

In his eyes, there was nothing the old man couldn’t do. “Grandpa, tell me—when was the last time you made a mistake?” With a faint scoff, the old man didn’t even look up. “It’s been nearly ten years since I got one wrong… but unfortunately, that streak ended today.” “Today?!” Christan’s eyes widened in disbelief. ***

"Mr. Lynch!" The old man kicked hard at Lincoln. "You're too noisy!" Lincoln was sent rolling across the floor and stopped right at Caspian's feet. Caspian seemed calm even though he was genuinely furious. He felt that the old man wasn't taking him seriously. The old man scanned Caspian from head to toe and asked, "So, you're Caspian?" "I am, and you are? Why are you here to cause trouble?" asked Caspian. "My name's Horace Moore! And I'm an elder of the Traditional Martial Arts Association, known as the TMAA!" announced the old man.

She put a smile on her face as the door opened. A middle-aged old man with gray hair was holding the door slightly open with one hand, and his other hand was placed above the entrance of the door frame. He was old but looked healthy and well-shaped. He was strong and masculine. He had a wrinkled face, white hair, and a long beard which showed he was aging. He must be in his middle sixties just by looking at his shirtless muscular body. The old-man observes her for a moment then lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her breast.

Yeah, that was off the table. So why the hell was this old man talking about them now? Like he had some kinda way to bring them into this fight? “When people get old,” I said dryly, “they start rambling about all kinds of crazy shit. Saying things like they actually have the power to make them real.” That should’ve shut him up. But instead? The old man laughed. Loud. A deep, mocking cackle, like I’d just said the dumbest thing in the world. I clenched my jaw. That was a damn insult.

The old man exclaims. The old man was tall and a bit buff too, he looked like he was in his mid-fifties and his hair had black and gray strands on it already. He wore a plain white, some worn out blue jeans, and some black rubber boots. "Mr. Oliver." Hugo greets. "It's really good to see you again." "It's good to see you too Mr. Saintclare. It's been so long since I've seen you. Welcome back." He widens the door for us and quickly grabbed the bags from me and Hugo.

They all look pretty attractive to be criminals, but there are 2 individuals in particular that capture my attention immediately. A wise looking fat old man, who appears to be in his late 60s who is half bold and a middle aged huge man with a right arm tattoo which extends to his wrist. He is putting on a white T-shirt and seem to have no interest in being here. His beautiful spoke volumes but there's more, I feel drawn to him for some unexplained reason. " Are you ok, young lady?" The old man ask concerned as he walks towards me. " Please help....." I start speaking but the handsome jerk cuts in.