The Old Man Broomfield Novels & Stories

"Get some rest. The wedding is in two days." He still had no idea that the bride wouldn't be showing up. After he left, my phone buzzed. A video from Isabella. What I saw made my hands tremble, a sharp pain twisting in my gut. The video showed a man standing over my grandmother's hospital bed. He was holding up photos—pictures of me being bullied, the humiliating moments I’d tried so hard to bury. One by one, he shoved them in her face. I recognized the crest on his jacket. He was one of Isabella’s men.

He doubt if he will ever be able to walk properly again. "Who is this man?"Broderick pointed to Carlton. Carlton immediately began to adjust back fearfully. Broderick began to walk towards Carlton like an hungry lion walking towards his trapped prey. Before Broderick got before him, the old man was already urinating on his body, he clenched his laps in shame and quickly knelt before him, "please don't hit me." He was not as young as Michael, if a punch of Broderick could make Michael cough out blood, then such blow would definitely make him cough out his lungs and liver. The old man began to cry. He wasn't ready to die.

She knew that he must have misunderstood the situation by making his usual assumptions. The old man's brows furrowed at the way she was acting uneasy after he came there. He glanced at the motherfucker who had called him an old thing with his piercing gaze. Bryan felt like there was someone tracing a laser on his skin. He unconsciously rubbed his arms as he scanned where the gaze was coming from but before his eyes could reach the old man, the old man had already turned his head away and was in a pretense of struggling to stand on his feet.

Brandon asked him and showed him the picture of the flower. The old man looked at the picture carefully, “Oh! You are here to get this flower? Who is the lucky woman?” The old man teased him, and Brandon immediately shook his head. You are thinking wrong! I’m just here to help someone I know.” Brandon answered, and the old man nodded his head. “Come with me and I know someone who can answer your question.” The old man said, and they started walking again.

Beatrice felt that the old woman shared her desire for a better future, one where the people of their kingdom could live freely and without fear. With these thoughts in mind, Beatrice made a bold decision. She pledged her allegiance to the old woman, hoping to use her newfound ally to help her father and bring about the changes she so desperately wanted to see in their kingdom. As they arrived at the old woman's hut, Beatrice could feel her heart racing with anticipation. She watched as the old woman began to prepare a new batch of medicine for Tom, using herbs and ingredients that Beatrice had never seen before. The old woman's hands moved with practiced ease, and Beatrice couldn't help but

the old maid said smirking in pride as I saw Maverick's face go pale. " What the fuck? What are they doing here? Don't tell me they are here... Fuck. Thank you so much, bro " Maverick said in one breath to the maid who pat the shoulder of Maverick in motherly love. He hold my hand to run but we stopped. " Maverick!? What a pleasant coincidence! Come on in " our head snapped to the voice coming from the distance. I saw a beautiful old lady walking towards us with a beaming face. In hurry, the maid excuses us who sound very loyal and friendly to Maverick. The beautiful old woman hugged Maverick and that was it. It didn't take me more explanation to know that she is Maverick's mother. In realis

she addressed Bri, "go over to Mr. Harrison, the baker at the order end of town and get me two newly baked wheat bread with one multi-grain bread." "Today?" "Of course!" The old woman said with a faint smile tucked at the corner of her chapped lips. "If you get there on time, you might be able to get the bread prepared and ready by night fall," she cracked up, "or maybe by tomorrow, anyway you're not going back to that hellhole you call a home until you're done with my bread." I patted Brianna's shoulder to ease her stress as she suddenly looked worn out. The old lady rolled by wheelchair backwards and was about shutting her fancy door when she called out to Brianna again.

"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.

It had a spooky feel to it which could make it pass off easily as a haunted house, yet, it was well-maintained. Aliyah straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath as they walked towards the garden not knowing what to expect, the fact that this was enough to make Ben threaten her made her want to know the face of the person who was starting his mind this much to want to front as a married woman. She spotted an old man with winter white hair scanning the blustering field of flowers as though he was looking for one particular one, which he had marked or something, she tilted her head in all way she could just to get a better glance of the unsuspecting elderly man.

Xavier said The old man smiled "child, I am fine today and this field is like my medicine. If I would have taken a rest then I would have become more ill. This field is all my have and like to take care of it" the old man replied The old name is Xander and he owns this field and works here to pass his time. Chris met him two years back when he first came to this field for a run. Initially he was distant and never talked to him but one day when he was running he found this old man unconscious on the floor so he helped him and took him to his house which is near the field and came to know that old is alone too as his sons are living in abroad and hardly visits or call him while his wife is dea