Older Woman Younger Man Book の小説・ストーリー

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

“Here’s the trouble, girl. You’ve read a book, and you’ve a borrowed name, and a spine that doesn’t fold when I push it, and that’s more than most who come through that door. But it isn’t enough. Because the grade you want doesn’t forgive a reader who’s never had her hands in it. It forgives nothing. And I’ve no way of knowing, from a clever answer and a sad story, whether you can be trusted not to kill the very woman you came here to save.” “Then how do I show you?” The two of them look at each other again. And this time the look lasts longer, and there’s something in it I don’t like, something that prickles up the back of my neck. And when they turn back to me the old man has already start

"This book has been waiting for its owner. And I believe that is you." I hesitated, studying the book. It felt unusually warm to the touch, almost alive. "How much do you want for it?" The old man chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "It's yours, child. No charge. It has found its home." He handed me the book, his fingers brushing mine. A jolt of energy surged through me, making me gasp. The old man's smile widened. "It's in good hands," he said, then turned and began to push his wagon down the alley, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.

I chirped, grinning at the sight of his forced grin and my delighted face next to it. Roman glanced at the screen and then back at me, his expression unchanging. “Cute,” he said flatly. “Okay, okay, let’s get serious,” I said, laughing as I adjusted the angle and took a few more selfies of us together. “Abigail, look at this young couple,” an old man said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “Reminds me of us in our prime.” The woman beside him, sprightly despite her years, gave us a bright smile.

He over and over hollered out his name, yet the old person couldn't answer. The grass roof was held set up by a shaft. It banged into the ground, nearly hitting Nelanian's head, yet missing him just barely. I felt a warm sensation at the tips of Nelanian's fingers as he broadened his hand. It wasn't generally so hot as the burning hot coals next to him, however it felt natural. He crawled increasingly close till he understood who he was contacting. It was the Elderly person's better half, who lay dormant on the ground. Two additional rough bends were delivered by the old person, permitting Nelanian to at long last pinpoint him. " We need to help you and your better half, elderly person. He s

Just as he entered the room, he halted as he noticed the old man going through his shelf of numerous books. He turned quickly as he noticed Ben, and dangled a piece of literature in his hands. "Ah, this used to be one of my favorites back in the day." The elderly man's hoarse voice echoed through the room, and a faint smug appeared on his face as he let his hands down, seemingly perusing through the crisp pages of the hardcover. "I noticed your books are re-arranged alphabetically, that's an odd way to organize books, That's this many."

“Yeah, but not as much as my girl.” “Every man dreamed of the chance to meet a perfect woman,” the old man said and breathes deeply. For the first time, the old man tasted his cappuccino. “I found one, but I lost her.” Andrius felt sadness in the old man's voice. He then stared at Mr. Johansson. Even the expression on his face was full of sadness. The old man stood up and held out his right hand. “Good luck for tomorrow, Mr. Novitch,” he said and immediately turned and left.

“What?” Again the old man erupted in low laughter. “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. Good luck with Caius, though.” He whistled, shaking his head then turned serious. “The book was given to me by a deabru I say around the mid fifteen hundreds, though don’t quote me. My mind is a bit fuzzy. He was a strange bird, not quite like the other deabru. This one smelled funny. I remember that. He said he’d stolen it from a great witch, her name was Lily or Laura, I can’t remember, just that it started with an L.” Laina. “What do you mean he smelled funny?”

I shook my head, but not daring to look at him. “Take it.” he pushed the book on the table towards me and I looked at it with excitement, but when I realized that there must be something in return of it, the excitement in me instantly vanished. “I-it is okay, Alpha. I am n-not interested about it anyway.” I lied. “Take it and read.” He firmly stated and I nodded after a second. My attention was caught when an old lady entered the kitchen, holding a pot on her hand which seemed that she is putting it back.