Older Man Novels & Stories

He said in different voice which suit his oldman disguised. Agoth's forehead knotted when he observe him. "Don't you think you're already too old for that job?" He feel pity at his age that the oldman he thought will clean the office. It remind him his grandpa who died three years ago. "Do you want me to do that for you?" He insisted. "I'll be the one who will clean the office–" "No, I will do it. You can relax there," he interrupted him, "Besides, I'm just in my fifties and I wasn't weak on what you are thinking." he added in his little sarcasm tone.

I stood up,and turned to leave,my hand was placed on the cold door,about to push,when he called me back. "True?" "Yeah?"I asked,and tilted my head to him. "Promise me"he said. "What?" "You are going to have a new year's resolution"he said,"why?"I asked and j got a Shut—the— hell— up stare. "Alright fine..." Am surprised am even listening. "You are gonna get yourself a girlfriend,or even a wife if that's even possible" No way! The old man is asking too much now,am only twenty eight,and he's acting like am in my early fifties!

Wilbur said coldly. At that moment, Sandy suddenly said, "Sir, please watch your words. If you continue being so disrespectful, you'll be sent to the guillotine." "The guillotine? It's that serious?" Wilbur said. "Disrespecting the Lord of the Universe is a grave sin," Sandy said firmly. Wilbur looked at the mother and daughter pair before he looked at the old man. "What do I call you?" The old man said, "I'm Elder Kolton of Pumido."

“Ha! He still hasn't given up. And now he wants to use my grandfather to force my hand. He doesn't understand that please end things up with him. Well, I just have to make him understand that fact.” In a grand Mansion, an old man who appeared to be in his late eighties sat on a chair in his study and hummed in the silence. The old man had a frown on his face as many frown lines had formed due to his old age. The man appeared calm but he was very restless inside. He had a very cold aura around him and those who weren't used to him would have a hard time breathing in his presence. Soon the door to his study opened and a servant could be seen entering his room.

“Look, pops. Right now, I’m not interested in marriage. I’m still young. In ten or twenty years, I can still get a woman pregnant if I want to. It won’t be too late, then.” The old man huffed. “Twenty years? I’ll be dead by then. How do you expect me to play with my great-grandkids when I’m six feet under ground? You want me to come back as a ghost? I’ll surely haunt you, you inconsiderate child.” Klyde sighed and looked at him. “Look at yourself. I’m sure you’ll still be here after thirty years.” The old man is quite healthy. He can still move with ease and somehow energetic.

Answer Dewa with a slow voice but is full of pressure. "Then do not consider this old woman as your mama again." Mama immediately divert his views and sitting in the direction of the opposite direction. "Ma ...." Rajuk Dewa, his hands revoke his male arm, similar to the young child who is whining as to be candy. "If I were the father of the woman, I could have come to me and imagined marrying as a form of responsibility for having made the fall of his little girl just because of the bake." Maom said that he might divert the views and duties of his seat.

Rios said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. The old man cast him a dismissive wave. “I’ve been old.” Manang Alma sighed, pouring his coffee. “And you’ve been coughing at night.” Don Felix shot her a look but didn’t deny it. He took a slow sip, savoring the bitterness. “I’ve lived through worse.” Rios leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “Maybe. But even you aren’t bulletproof, Grandfather.” A slow smile spread across the old man’s face. “No,” he murmured, setting his cup down. “But I was, once. Anyway, I guess the only thing good about being old is being visited by a gorgeous woman.”

Maybe that was why I felt comfortable asking him questions, and maybe that was why I ignored Enzo’s apprehensive looks. “What’s your name?” I asked the old man. I glanced over at him to see that he was driving steadily with one knotted old hand on the steering wheel, and the other resting on his knee. Looking at him, I could imagine what he looked like when he was younger; he was lanky and a bit hunched over now in his old age, but the sinewy muscle on his forearms and the sparse stubble on his face made me think that he was probably a hard worker his entire life. He was probably tall and muscular at one point, like Enzo. The way that he clenched and unclenched his jaw while he drove seemed

This was a perfectly young, handsome, surreal man that they could only see on television! The man walked toward the elderly man. Every step he took was right on beat with the heartbeat of those young teenage girls. He encompassed a naturally born type of charm and majesty. "Grandpa, if you continue to run off without telling me, don't blame me for sending you into a fully guarded retirement home." His voice sounded very gentle, yet his tone was threatening. The elderly man turned his dull eyes toward his grandson. Despite his impaired vision, he looked very prestigious too, especially when he knocked his white can on the ground. "I dare you."

he scolded me. The Dr emerged in the room saving me from Tom's scolding, "what could be the cause of her sickness?" He questioned the DR impatiently. The elder man smiled lightly, he looks like he is in his early 50's with an Atlantic body, it's the wrinkles on his face that sell his age out, body-wise he looks younger.