Novel & Cerita The Old Man Who Read Love Stories

"You know it's not nonsense," I sang, going around the bed. "I'm sure that all humans, especially the older ones, must have heard the story of the queen of hell someday. The woman who could live a thousand lives in one. What makes you discredit that you are in front of this woman now?” The old man trembled from head to toe, and a strong odor of urine rose to my nose. Even without any dignity, he kept holding the book firmly against his arms crossed. I would die protecting the book, but I would never give it to me without a fight.

I knew that one was far outside of my price range, but I flipped through the pages until I got to the more interesting bits. I didn't have all that much time, so I put the book back and found a box on the ground marked ‘Used Romance’. I kneeled beside it and dug through them until I found a couple I liked. They were all marked as ".50", so I could get four whole books to bring back with me. I was so overjoyed I nearly pranced on my way up to the cash register. The old man looked up from his book, and gave me a hard stare with his steely gray eyes as he wrote the titles in his ledger. "You're not from around here." He spoke with an accusation in his voice. "No, I'm not." I agreed. "Just visit

I sat on the sofa, flipping through my old photo album. Yesterday after we left the grocery store, I went to the spa as planned and Andrew said he was going to meet an old friend, it was about some job stuff he didn’t want to talk about much, so I decided to let him use my car. Flipping through the photos, tears began forming in my eyes, I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Today is supposed to be a good day for me, I don’t know if I should be celebrating or moaning, either ways, I enjoy spending the day staring at my old pictures and writing letters. I softly chuckled at my baby picture, I was very cute when I was a baby, and my mom says I had the cutest buttocks. My cheeks always get red

Its timing was quite irregular and it was regarded as normal in these parts, but during winter times, it became slightly more stable and easier to predict. The old man sat at the fireplace with everyone and told stories after stories of other people's exploits. He seemed like a historian with a flair for story telling. He had a way of making stories sound more intriguing than they were, even changing his voice every now and then to impersonate a character. Needless to say, he made any story including those that would normally be tagged as boring, sound like the most intriguing stories in the world.

"Oh, my God. You're such a baby." She sat back and swiped her phone with her thumb. Finally, she made eye contact with me. "I'm just going to read it as is." She sipped her tea, coughed, and read. "For an Old Man that travelled up and down the country, and had some acquaintance at that house, calling in and asking the Man of the house how he did and his wife." "Like the old homeless guy on the bridge?" Max didn't like when I interrupted her. "Shut up and listen." She grunted out of frustration and swiped her screen quickly.

"And who is that?" "The woman I am utterly and hopelessly deep in love with." "Drake..." "No, let me finish. You don't know how envious I am of you sometimes. You can take it on the chin and keep going like it didn't affect you. You carry so many burdens and you always look out for others and hold onto other people's problems and most of the time, you can fix anything. You are the diamond everyone is chasing after, but almost no one knows where to find you. I could have a hundred girls trying to get at me, but no one could turn my head from you. You are my perfect other half and the person I want to spend forever with. I would burn towns down if that's what it meant to keep you. I would do a

Cela said. "Oh, you are a writer. Are you into romance writing? You can write our story if you ran out of ideas for your stories," the old lady offered. "I think yours is a sweet love story, isn't it? I could tell," Cela said. She's enjoying the conversation with the old couple.

The old man laughed merrily as he talked, smiling from ear to ear while adding more fun stories about the capital, the royal family, the great soldiers, and other more. Full blooded humans sure were extraordinary beings. There were far too many things to discover about them and the more one discovered, one couldn't help but feel the need to know more and more. "Are you going to the capital too?" Shila asked the old man. The old man shook his head. "No, I don't have the leisure to spend my days in the capital. Hahaha but it's really fun, isn't it? These stories are from my young boy. Now that I think about it, he's probably around your age... You see, he's very talented and..."

she rubbed her hands together. “Well, I've got a son. He works as a garden boy for one of these rich people in their estate. He's been searching for love, but women of these days want someone who has money even though he's handsome, they say he's broke so they don't want him." the old man told. “So you're looking for love for your son aie?" Penny asked. “Well, I am." he smoked from his pipe. “I'd love to meet him, seems like an interesting guy." she smiled showing her dimples.

the old man said, and this time Charles yelled. “Shut up, you bastard! You're lying!” Charles yelled. This was the only time he reacted to the man's words. Was it because he was being exposed or because it was a lie? I am so confused looking at the man I love. “Liar! You dare call me a liar?” The old man said and laughed like he knew everything that Charles was trying to hide. “My darling, let me tell you about this man! He is selfish! He does everything he does for everyone while thinking of his own profit in the situation.” The old man said it, and I refused to believe it.