Older Women Stories Novels & Stories

"That is one crafty old woman." "Did you know she's got archives of the local papers back to the 1840s? It's amazing. I'm pretty sure I can get at least a couple books published out of her stuff. Glasses," she orders Tim. "What's everybody want to drink? She knows exactly where all of that stuff is too. Sharp as a tack for a ninety-five year old woman." "Seriously? I had no idea." I tip my eyes up to Rob's and he bends, kissing the top of my head. "I always thought she was younger than my grandmother."

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

Beta Derek sat on the chair and then followed by Maleficus while I remain standing. The old man geatured his hand towards the seat next to him. “Please have a seat, your majesty, we did not find out much from them.” I followed him and took a seat. “Tell me what have you found out.” It was a command, and both of them straightened their backs before they began talking. “Your majesty, just like how we speculated. Those two old women have their husbands work for the enemies who tried to conquer the West. They were retired soldiers of the human forces. The snipers who helped take down so many wolves' life in the West.”

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.

I don’t get to finish the old woman cuts me off, “I didn’t ask for a history lesson. I only asked when water will return. You can’t expect me to just go and walk over to the lake every other time I need water. My knees and my ankles hurt. This well needs to be fixed right now. I know you’re the woman who helped Judith get clean water from the muddy water so make this happen for me now.” Blinking in surprise, I found myself opening and closing my mouth as I just stare at her in surprise. Wondering if all those words actually came out of her mouth. She looked like a grandmother that gave children cookies and candy but she talked as if she was the witch who never attends council meetings since

I guess we’re doing this. “Tell me about the prince. Are the rumors of his legitimacy true?” Hope asks. “Mmm.” The old woman's nails scrape on the table like she's scratching the head of a cat. “Close, but still not right. I’ll tell you a story instead.” Before she begins, a waitress comes up to the table. “Hey, Granny, can I get your friends something?” “I'll take your lunch special, with garlic bread,” Hope says. “And I’ll have the same,” I say, not really caring what I eat.

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”

I meant every word. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her chest. She pulled back and slapped me, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I’m scared I might fall in love with you. "You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. But why? Why would I fall for my son’s friend?" Hearing this, I felt my resolve strengthen. I held her tightly. "Is it because of the age difference?" Seeing Claire nod, I pressed, "Does that really matter? If we care about each other, why should age get in the way?"

is your granddaughter. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Now I feel sorry for her.” Lateri said shaking her head. “How dare you insult me when I have come to help you get your mate and your grand pups back.” The old woman said offended. “Oh, shut up. I’m sure you have offended at least ten people since you’ve been here.” Lateri responded raising an eyebrow. The old woman just shrug, and they both laughed. “Why the hell do you look like you’re a hundred years old. Is that the best you could come up with.” Lateri asked. “Hey, I couldn’t very well remain looking like I’m thirty years old now could I. I have grandchildren that age how would that look.” The old lady responded. “Well,

Her voice when she talked was low and gentle loosing the signature edge that she usually pushed out her vowels in. “As kids, the older ones would sit us by the fire. We would have meat and beer and listen to stories. I had a grandmother, she was the go to storyteller then. Every time she talked, it felt like the moon was whispering in your ears. You believed every word that came out her lips. And then you didn’t.” “Mia once told us a story. A horror story. One day, when we were bad and she thought we needed a punishment.” Lady Walters lips curled. Somehow Kihara couldn’t picture the woman as a rebellious kid, even if her rebellion was short-lived.