Novel & Cerita The Old Man Broomfield

“We just need to know where Reaper is, and we’ll leave. You have my word.” In a sudden burst of anger, the old woman swung the broom at me with fierce determination, the bristles whistling through the air dangerously close to my head. I recoiled, adrenaline spiking as she grunted, breath coming in quick bursts, her fingers tightening around the wood like she was gripping her last shred of hope. The standoff blurred the lines between fear and resolve, both of us seeking something elusive in this chaotic moment.

Screaming his lungs out, Liam ran towards a thatched cottage that was surrounded by huge, angry flames that were hissing menacingly, as they watched every agitated movement of Liam. "Who could it be? He is dead, isn't he?" A voice whispered questions in his head, as he was kicking the door that proved to be strong. "They have left!" An old woman came from nowhere and informed Liam who was crying his eyes out. "She took their lives in false revenge! They spread their tears everywhere!" Once again, the old woman spoke— she coughed blood and fell to the ground. "What…what are you…? Where are they?" An agitated Liam dashed to the old woman but it was late— the old woman's eyes had already closed

The stroke he'd suffered two days before had robbed him of his ability to move except for one hand, which he tried to raise. "Letters." The word escaped the old man's lips. "Must giveto Rosalind." "Letters? What letters?" Brodie drifted a step closer to his father as though torn between curiosity and hesitancy. "Underme." Montgomery's gaze dropped down to his lower back. Brodie lifted up the feather mattress and dug around for a minute before his hand halted. Brock watched his younger brother pull out a stack of letters, yellowed with age and bound with twine. Brodie handed them to Brock and looked back to his father.

He looked at him with surprise. “Yes? How can I help you?” asked the old man. “I’m looking for Cara Rose Sullivan. Does she live here?” asked Marcus. The old man frowned at him, checking out his expensive clothes. “Yes, she does. I’m Joe Smithfield, the owner. Cara and her siblings stay in my house. You can speak to me,” said Mr. Smithfield, a little apprehensive about the man’s surprise visit. He had never seen him before and was afraid that Cara might be in some kind of trouble.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

My steps lead me outside, into Elena’s garden. I shiver from the cold once I open the glass door. But all the cold is forgotten the instant I notices the state of her garden. All the roses that once bloomed in rich colors, now hang wilted, with petals shriveled and brittle stems. A pang of sadness grips me. It feels symbolic, somehow, this garden is fading as quickly as its owner’s strength I crouch near one of the bushes and brush my fingers over a dead bloom. Maybe some of them can still be salvaged if trimmed, watered and cared for. But most are too far gone.

He smiled faintly before stepping inside. "Oliver." The man set down his quill. "You are up early." "So are you, Bram." "I am always up early." Bram came around from behind the counter, a middle aged man with a long, expressive face and thick grey-streaked hair that he kept pushed back from his forehead. He extended his hand and Oliver shook it. "I was wondering when the famous field master would remember this old man.” Oliver chuckled. "I've only been gone a few weeks."

“Phew...” Andrius shook his head and stepped inside. Swoosh! Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, an old man holding a broom appeared before him. The old man had white hair and a beard, exuding an indescribable aura. Furthermore, the moment Andrius saw him, he swung the broom at Andrius. Boom... Andrius instinctively threw a punch to block it. However, the terrifying power of the man made his soul tremble.

"Right, I was ordered to buy groceries on my way too!" The man revealed before letting out a cheerful laugh as Serena looked at him in little amusement. "Oh!" Soon spelling it, her mind again went back to her brother-in-law thoughts. Did her brother-in-law called his friend to buy groceries too? How unpredictable was Christopher? Serena wondered silently. Soon her thoughts were interrupted by the man who was then done cooking, removing his apron he spoke gaining Serena's eyes. "Well mind calling him upstairs, I will serve!" The man asked her the favour which seemingly made her uncomfortable again.

he gave Ricardo a handshake. His Mother led me to the dining room and gestured for me to sit on the chair next to the one Ricardo sat on. His grandmother was now sitting too and I was between both Ricardo and her. “Welcome” it was a calm voice this time. I looked to the direction it came from and saw a young man with dark blonde curly hair. “This is my brother Luca. Luca, this is Odessa” He looked awfully familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.