Older Man Novels & Stories

Hesitantly, I follow a herd of people, stopping when the entire ground quakes beneath my feet. “What is that?” Someone asks. “People call them angels, but they look like monsters...” An old man replies. I squeeze between two old men, gaping when I spot the largest boy I’ve ever seen in the town square. He must be over twenty feet tall, easily dwarfing the men from the army even when he is down on his knees. There is cloth around his mouth to keep him from speaking, chains to restrain his clumsy movements. “MOVE!” A man from the army yells.

the old maid said smirking in pride as I saw Maverick's face go pale. " What the fuck? What are they doing here? Don't tell me they are here... Fuck. Thank you so much, bro " Maverick said in one breath to the maid who pat the shoulder of Maverick in motherly love. He hold my hand to run but we stopped. " Maverick!? What a pleasant coincidence! Come on in " our head snapped to the voice coming from the distance. I saw a beautiful old lady walking towards us with a beaming face. In hurry, the maid excuses us who sound very loyal and friendly to Maverick. The beautiful old woman hugged Maverick and that was it. It didn't take me more explanation to know that she is Maverick's mother. In realis

“So, who is Mr. M?” “Someone whose lover has passed away…” Olivia pursed her lips. “An old man?” Jennie was taken aback. “Old man? He told you that?“ ”Nope, I assumed. He’s been talking about when he was young and the afterlife… I suppose he’s in his seventies or eighties. If not, why would he sound so old-fashioned?” “This old man is modern, no?” Jennie did not believe her completely. “I thought that elders wouldn’t know how to use the internet.”

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

"Push through it. Life's tough young blood, but thinking about it next to a place full of shit is..." "oh! T-thank you..." This old man... I genuinely felt that. It's not the words, but the caring, wise old man air around him is infectious. He's about three inches shorter than me. Has a "hood rapper" accent. Dark-skinned and looks like he's approximately forty years old. He has a scar under his left eye, so I'd imagine this old man has been through the heavenly hellscape of life. Everyone I've met in this world so far has been nothing short of spectacular.

my lips parted as I watched the old man pay respect for Damon. "You can stand up...Grandpa," I blinked twice when I heard Damon mention Grandpa. Grandpa? I stared at the old man. The old man has white hair, a bit tall but Damon is still taller, the old man has heavenly eyes, and he definitely has the handsomeness of his youth because you can see his manly body even though he’s old. "You didn't tell me you're going to visit, Alpha," the old man said. "I'm sorry it's a sudden visit. I just want to stroll around with my wife," Damon replied. The old man immediately turned to me and smiled widely. He bowed in respect to me.

“But I didn’t say anything wrong.” She didn’t respond. She just looked away, lips pressed tight. I turned to Solomon and Paulo, hoping for a hint. Did I mess up? They both shrugged, not sure either. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open behind me. I spun around, heart skipping a beat. The old man stood in the doorway, hunched over like time had pushed him down. He wore a faded, off-white gown that hung loosely on his thin body. In one shaky hand, he held a wooden cane, the end of it resting quietly on the wooden floor.

However, she is his grandmother after all, and I'm sure he can't offend her openly. In any case, with the old madam's situation, Nathan can drag things on easily. She is easily worn out, and I'm sure she hasn't got much time to pester him. Besides, she's not like Old Master Clemon. Just look at Old Master Clemon, he is almost 100 years old, but he's still participating in marathons every year. He's still up and running after the passing of a few wives. He's unbeatable! Tehilla led Old Madam Nates to the entrance of Nathan's house. The wall enclosing the courtyard seemed to stretch far into the distance. It looked like an ancient European styled castle, and so it appeared especially extravaga

“How old are you, old man?” “Not a chance knowing.” “C’mon! You’re not a lady, old man. It’s not a problem if you divulge your age. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” “Eighty-six.” I choked on my peach. He laughed as I started hitting my chest. “Werewolves are sturdy. Forget everything about the human world.” I nodded, frowning. He was so old that he could be my grandpa. Was he? It didn’t seem like it. I’ve never heard of a grandpa before, only a grandpa that refused to meet me.

Now I’m starting to realize why she always refused. I grind my teeth with that fake plastered smile as I turned to Alpha Mercury. He was the older gray-haired man that had greeted me. He was plump and rocking the “dad bod” but clearly still had chorded muscles to the eye can see. This old man may be old and clearly out of his prime but he never missed a workout a day in his life! The pot belly of a dad bod must be from an over indulgence of wolf’s beer; Strong and able to knock a wolf on his ass, but a killer on the calories.