Older Woman Novels & Stories

It’s better than the silence of being alone here. She is a kind older woman who reminds me a lot of my own mom at times. Caring, maternal, wise with a soft face, although she is a lot older with grey hair in a permanent neat bun and rosy cheeks which kind of make me think of Mrs. Claus. She always dresses in floral frocks, and navy cardigans, over dark laced up shoes. She’s very old world and I absolutely love her. “Not particularly, but I’m sure whatever is cooking will make me feel a lot better. I’m starving.” I try for a smile and it ends as a grimace of some weird proportions. I was never any good at smiling through murderous thoughts without coming off as

With a huge exhalation of pent up breath, she quickly unbolted her door. “Hello Mrs Woolworths,” Jane greeted the ageing widow. They had spoken a few times before and Jane had found the old lady warm and friendly. Mrs Woolworths looked up from her extremely bent posture and flashed Jane a toothy grin through her thick-rimmed glasses. Years of osteoporosis and arthritis had shrivelled her like a withering plant but her megawatt smile brought a much needed warmth to Jane’s heart and she welcomed the old lady into her humble abode.

The old lady’s decision stunned Neo. Neo looked straight at the old lady without blinking. “D*mned old woman, you truly are very arrogant! Watch if I don’t…” Just as the old man was about to make a move, he turned around and saw that the old lady was holding a cleaver in her hand. “It’s just slaughtering pigs, right? I am a butcher’s mother! I know how to do it!” The old lady looked at the old man with an expression as if she was looking at a stranger.

"Oh, ok, what about Liam and Allen?" "Ok, I get it, no, it's nothing, yeah, thank you for your help." Elder cut the call and looked toward John, who was already dialling Liam and Allen's numbers. "It's not working, dad." "What's happening Elder ?" Zia asked again. "The old woman who lives Allen and Alexandra neighbourhood is my good friend. I ask for her help to take care of both pups. She always informs me when Alexandra doesn't go to university, which is very unusual for her. People inside this territory don't like her, you know." Elder said as he looked towards Zia, who bowed her head in shame.

She had shattered the tiles with her cane strike alone—despite walking and speaking normally. The Norn was the most surprised by it all. They had managed to witness so many incredible things! They thought no one could be as superhuman as Logan, but another one showed up, too! The legends were real! The old woman's physical look did not show her real age. She looked about in her 50s at most. She was even sexy at some point—her right red clothes and eyes made her look like a seductive fox. Coldly, she glared at everything around her.

What would I tell that little girl who was so attached to her mommy, the one person who had shown her love from the day she was born? Did Mena think that through before she jumped over a fucking dumpster? The office door creaked open again, and as I looked up, an old woman stepped through. She appeared to be in her mid-sixties. So this was what Anson was doing right now, kidnapping grandmas? I noted how tired the woman looked. Her eyes looked nervous and weak as if she hadn’t closed them any more than I had. At some point, it hit me that I had seen the woman before.

As soon as Griffin looked over, his expression turned dark. "Cassian! I've come to realize you're really good at jinxing things!" Griffin growled. Two people could be seen about 100 feet away from the car. On the left was an old woman, well into her 70s. She wore an old, frayed hat. Her skin was sallow and wrinkled like cracked bark, with deep creases running across her face. Her eyes were extremely sunken, which made her look a little terrifying.

"It is mostly onions." We came to a round room with a high glass ceiling. Sunlight poured in, bright and golden, and on the floor, among rows of tiny green sprouts, sat an old woman. She was the oldest person I have ever seen. Her skin was thin as paper and spotted with brown. Her hair hung white and long to her waist, with a few threads of silver. A deep scar ran across her back, visible through her thin dress. She was digging in the dirt with her bare hands.

He put it in the doorway to hold the door, and he stood on the step above her in one sock and said, "Go on. I'm right here." She went up. The old woman opened her door in a black dress and slippers, with a rosary round her wrist and a cigarette she put out the moment she saw who it was. She was perhaps eighty, small, brown, with eyes so light they looked almost white. She made them sit in the kitchen, and put a plate of dry biscuits in front of them, and listened to Alessandro ask her to stay in bed on Saturday. "Why?" "Because I'm asking. Because there may be trouble at the market."

Kade said hoarsely. "Sleeping. He is not hurt." The old woman raised her free hand. "Please. No sudden moves. I am not as quick as I once was, and my heart is weak." "Isolde," Maren whispered. The old woman's eyes shifted. Something soft and ancient passed over her face. "Maren. You got old." "And you did not, you wicked thing." "I did. I only hid it better." She almost smiled. "Come closer, my dear. I will not bite."