Novel & Cerita Perverted Old Man

It was a picture of a man and her, the same woman she kept on seeing. ‘What the hell?!’ she muttered under her breath as another picture of the woman with the same man flashed on the screen again. “Who’s that?” she asked the old man. “He’s Arthur Locke,” the old man answered. “The billionaire?” the woman probed. “No, the bartender standing over there serving you drinks,” the old man answered sarcastically. “One more sarcasm and I’m ripping what’s left of your hair,” the girl threatened. “I wonder what sin I committed to have met someone like you,” the old man cried out as he touched his hair.

He was a man of principles. He wasn’t a man that wanted to be with too much contact with the opposite sex but for his needs, he had a number of sex friends which he ended contact with a year ago when he saw that his future bride was now all grown up. How could he bear to touch another woman when his own was well developed and grew up well? The thought of touching another made him feel disgusted. He just couldn’t do it, the only person he wanted was the little girl so there will be no way for him to ever cheat on her.

"But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…" "Shh! You're not pretending. You have severe depression, and you're not allowed to say otherwise again!" Then, Jacob's pained yelp rang out. "Mom, you're hurting me…" "Be good, Jacob. As long as you listen, I'll buy you the toy you want most." I shot a cold look at the staggering Harold in front of me. My voice was edged with mockery. "You heard it, didn't you? That's the childhood sweetheart you were so desperate to protect.

Now everyone else appeared like madmen as they pushed people around and do all sorts of things to ensure they don't come as one of the evens. The old man stayed with Ley at the back. He kept on criticizing everyone as he commented on human principles and morality. The young man stood there rooted on his spot as he watched how one could actually blackmail a weak woman by holding her son hostage in order to push her to be one of the evens. He saw how a man could beat up a weak old lady and throw her towards the rock before colliding with the rock himself. The old man was still rambling incessantly beside him when Leyte finally spoke, "Something's wrong here..."

“You’re not keeping your end of the bargain! Do you know who I am? I’ll make you feel worse than death!” “Ha, you’re just the precious daughter of the Navy General. You’re so spoiled! I’m trying to be civil with everyone here. Are you sure you two want it the hard way?” The old man’s face changed abruptly, no longer genial like he was before. He was old with wrinkles all over his face. By then, he looked like a scary witch. Dior was somehow scared. She did not expect this old man to be unafraid of the Granger family!

“Jean, are you crazy? Let go of Frankie. Think of the debt you owe.” Jean pulled the scared old man up. “My fate would be worse than death if it were to fall into your hands. If you die, I will be just fine as I am merely defending myself.” While speaking, Jean pressed the sharp edge of the knife into the old man’s throat, puncturing his skin and blood started to flow. “Alright, I will let you go. Don’t—don’t kill me.” The old man was frightened. But the others did not move. “Don’t doubt what I said. I will really do it.” Jean sneered.

, let me reserve my comment. "You know you have been my right-hand man and there is no one I can pour out my concerns except you. To be frank, my journey to see the old man was a mess. Like you guessed it didn't turn out th way I expected. The old man saw something but he didn't spell it out to me. He looked too terrified to say what he saw. Suddenly I thought he was going to tell me about it finally, but he turned into a damn counselor and began to tell me some sort of rubbish about me making a bad or good decision. It didn't just make sense for me for all I care. I thought it was all he had for the weird day but he abruptly told me to be scared of the unknown, which I had no single idea w

Mayor Xavier fixed his cufflinks and then turned to look at Jace. "Bring him here, Jace," he ordered, breathing sexily. His side profile made me stare at his jawline. It was sharp enough to cut all his subjects in half. He shrugged his shoulders, seeing an old man being dragged out in the middle of the crowd. A sigh of relief exposed my lips, and I’m sure Olivia felt at ease too. "This guy here," Mayor turned his body smoothly like a dance move and pointed a finger at the poor old man, who was shaking, "Is a pervert," he finished, and my heart sank in my chest.

The older man steps right up and slides his arm around my shoulders, peering down at the pervy guy over his shades. “Oh, honey! There you are. I thought I’d lost you in the crowd,” he says in a deep, commanding voice. “Who the hell are you?” the first guy demands. The older man smiles. He looks pointedly at the guy’s hand on my wrist. “A friend of Vanessa’s. Now, would you kindly remove your hand from her arm? Or would you prefer that I remove it for you?” he warns. The pervy guy’s eyes go wide. He pulls his hand back as though he’d been burned by a hot stove, and takes a few staggering steps back. He holds up both hands-- one holding a beer-- in surrender.

He continued "You are a gorgeous young lady. And I'd like to know you better. What department are you?" I wondered if that was his job to know about me "Microbiology" I said. "Crazy jean is not allowed here. Hope you know you are in the college of health sciences and not art" I looked down at my outfit then he continued "You have fine thighs though" he licked his lip again. It was then I realized the old man is a pervert. Somebody please bail me out of this. This old man is just wasting my time here, I cried in my thought.