Older Woman Younger Man Novels & Stories

a man roars as he barges into the room making me flinch at the loudness of his voice. The man in front of me visibly cringes and gets up to move backwards as the other man barges in the room and stalks towards the man interrogating me. I observe the newcomer. He is old. Older than the elders except for Elder Raoul. He seems to be near the age of elder Raoul with his greying hair and bluish yellow eyes. Those eyes seem to be a lot more familiar but I cannot recollect where I have seen them. "I ... I.. was interrogating her, father. But she doesn't know much about the school. She just said that there are some newly mated couples. That's the only information I could get out from her," the young

said Whitney. The old woman hurried to wave a hand. "You're too kind, young lady. Thank you, thank you so much." "Don't worry about it. We're just doing what we should," Whitney smiled. Just then, an old man and a young man came hurrying over to the old woman. They fussed over her, asking what had happened. These two were probably her husband and son, and they lived nearby. Whitney looked right at Wilbur, shaking her head. "You're not getting away this time, you piece of shit."

She could not imagine that they would meet again at this age. Now that she was filled with gray hairs, she could no longer mention what she desired in the past. She no longer had that beauty, nor that mentality. She smiled as she looked at Jason's back and appeared back outside to the courtyard. "Grandmother." The middle-aged man stepped forward to the old woman, looking anxious. "Lets go back first!" the old woman said lightly. Hearing this, the middle-aged man did not dare to question her. He nodded slightly, and helped the old woman leave.

The old man lowered his gaze and smiled as the woman hit him with the bread bag. "Don't be a peeping Tom!..." She fell silent for a moment and nudged her husband with her elbow. "Be quiet; she's coming this way." "Excuse me... Could you watch this motorcycle while I make a couple of calls?" She looked at the couple, who held hands with some hesitation. The nostalgia of the moment caused her to burst into tears inevitably. "I tell you, the youth of today is a lost cause." The old man whispered to his wife. "She's either crazy or on drugs... Nowadays, everything has to do with drugs..." the old woman replied.

he suddenly shouts, standing up as he bursts into laughter. He’s enjoying this. Every second of it. I’m about to react when the door slams open again. “Playtime is over.” The voice is deep. Commanding. The laughter stops immediately. The younger man’s face tightens into a frown. I look up and see an older man walking in slowly, maybe around sixty-five. A young woman follows quietly behind him, though I barely notice her. All my attention is on him. The power radiating from him is heavy, dominant

She muttered with a giggle and they both burst out laughing. "Silly brat gets your filthy hands off my wife, you have a wife go hug and joke with her, not mine." An old man, not exactly old just average between 45 to 50 stood up to his feet. His face was the same structure as Arnold, as it was always said like father like son.

The old lady said. Mukgu then smiled and was convinced by her. The old lady looked at the straight path. Mukgu was still watching her. “You know, I have my husband and we grew old together.” The old lady opened up. Mukgu gaped. “Wow! Really?” The old lady nodded and looked at Mukgu. “Yes, in fact, he is waiting for me now! I’m so happy!” The old lady giggled and smiled. Mukgu watched her smiling and she also smiled at the same time. “At this age, I am still in love with my husband. We are both old people but we are still so in love.” She added.

Lucia snaps, tossing a pointed look in her son’s direction. I hand her my version of sliced vegetables and she sighs insufferably, cutting my bits into smaller bits, and when I ask if she needs help with anything else, she shakes her head fervently. Maybe one day, I’ll be better at these things. Plopping against the island, I peer at the older man again. “How old are you?” “My age is not your concern, Susanna.” “Seventy?” He growls noncommittal and I smile. “Fifty-five?”

The old man asked, "You two out here riding bikes?" I gave a nod, replying with a hint of complaint in my voice, "Yeah, she's my instructor. We're in the middle of practicing." The man's eyes lit up all of a sudden. "What a young and beautiful instructor. You'd better focus on your lesson, young man." The old lady beside him smacked him lightly. "You old fool, stop staring at young ladies when you're already at your age. Do you not know shame?" The old man merely chuckled before walking off.

After supper, a middle-aged man stopped William and said, "Old master." The middle-aged man's bearing is extraordinary. Next to him stands a young woman who looks knowledgeable and reasonable. The woman steps forward and greets people with a smile. "Grandfather, I didn't expect that we could see you again. It's fate."