Novel & Cerita Older Woman

An Oldman around his late 87 appeared on the screen . He whole body had wrinkled and his hair is winter White .He can't walk, properly . He's fragile, holding an walking stick for his limping purpose .The man is fixing his spectacles .So ,he can't identify Sam properly, " Wh....who....are.....y....you... ??? "

a woman drawled from behind a wooden counter. She looked to be in her seventies, small but broad, with hair as white as ash. An eye patch covered one eye, and deep wrinkles lined her face from old age. When she smiled, it was slow and unsettling. Some teeth were missing, others discolored with age, while a few remained strong. The smile lingered a little too long, sending a chill down Emma’s and Ezra’s spine. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Ezra murmured under his breath, leaning slightly toward Emma.

An old woman with gray hair inquired meekly with her eyes on the floor away from Mia's face. Mia couldn't understand what she felt but she felt a fondness towards the woman. Like she had known her before. "Hi, I'm Mia," Mia said, stretching forth her hand for a handshake. The old woman looked up at her with eyes full of years of experience and wisdom and smiled. "I know, my dear." Mia was truly surprised to meet someone as old as she was. Wolves aged slowly and for this woman to look so old, Mia could only imagine how old she was.

Even if facing a higher-level challenge, he remained undaunted. "You've almost mastered vital energy, huh? Hehe." The hunched old woman, with a sly smile on her face, glanced at George's clenched fists. She coldly chuckled and said, "With your meager skills, do you really think you can arm-wrestle with me? "Take the money, eliminate troubles for others. The old lady doesn't want to waste time talking with you. Just accept your fate!" The lady made her move. Despite her old age, her hands were pure and delicate, fingers swiftly gliding around her waist. She grabbed a transparent ice needle.

The voice was frail and tender. The young woman sighed and opened the door wide then she disappeared into the house. Nathan and I walked in. In the living room, an old woman was sitting on a grey sofa that matched the color of her hair. Her legs were stretched on a table and she was looking at the television but I could tell that her gaze was far from it. She slowly turned to us. She could be a hundred years old. “Sit!” She went back to watching TV. Nathan and I sat on the twin couch.

There was warm soft light in the window. My legs were shaking. I didn't know what was inside. But I didn't stop. I slowly pushed the wooden door. It made a small creaking noise. There she was. Another old woman. Sitting by a fire. Her back was a bit bent. Her skin was creased like wrinkles on old paper. She wore long grey hair in a loose braid, and her eyes—her eyes were deep, as if she had lived through many lifetimes. She stared up at me and frowned.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE Inside a dimly lit room, an elderly woman sat behind a massive desk. She was in her mid-eighties, her face lined with age but her eyes still sharp and commanding. In her hand, she held a small pill, and right beside her stood a cup of water. A maid stood nearby with her head bowed low, waiting silently for her to take the medication. The old woman threw the pill into her mouth, took a quick sip of the water, and dropped the cup back onto the desk with a dull thud.

They had done so much for me while I was here and even when I thought they would treat me like the outcast I was, they took me in and tended to me like I was one of their own. “I’m glad to hear that.” the old woman said. Her hair was greyish white, a sharp contrast to how the rest of the people were. There was something about her that I noticed and I realized that she was much calmer than the rest of them. The others were calm but she did her skills and her craft with so much gentility and dedication it was very beautiful to see. “Is there something you want to tell me dear?” she asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

I felt so weak, I almost felt like dying. “Stop being so dramatic! My grandson isn't dead yet. You always love stealing the spotlight!” We all turned to look at the elderly woman sitting beside Toby. She wore her white hair in a chic pixie cut that looked incredibly sophisticated. Even though her wrinkled skin showed she was up there in years, she still carried herself with absolute class and elegance. Still, you could tell just by looking at her that she had definitely been the ultimate mean girl back in the day and probably still was.

The mayor’s wife walks out of her building, glaring at me once she spots me standing next to John. “Shit...” My eyes hastily dart to John, who looks as surprised as I feel. “Uh... I should go before-..” “Why did you remove the muzzle?!” The older lady rushes with her walker, fuming with anger as she digs her eyes into mine. Standing still will earn me a piece of her mind, but running isn’t an option. There is nowhere to go; she has seen me already! “I thought he didn’t need one...” I laugh nervously.