Novelas y relatos de Younger Man

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"

With great effort, I crawled along the ground, but I couldn't move much from the spot. With this I soon heard the footsteps of my assassin coming up behind me, and I turned towards him just in time to see him come close enough for me to look into his face. He was a young man, about twenty years old, and had a wound in his head, from which blood was gushing. The bullet must have grazed him there, or he would not have been standing. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pointed his revolver straight at my head, certainly realizing that he would get the money he had been promised to finish me off.

Author's pov At somewhere else A young man is sitting on a couch inside a living room having a dangerous dominating aura. His age wouldn't be more than 25 and he is looking extremely handsome with his black shirt which is fitted nicely over his broad chest and muscular body. He was continuously taking puffs from his cigarette and staring at the gun which he was holding. In front of him, a middle-aged man is kneeling and continuously crying. He is joining his hands like he is begging for mercy.

I run towards them, shoving my phone into my pocket while Mom gets up from her seat, rushing to hug my sister. "She's just fainted," the man says when I reach them. He is almost my height and stares at me with his green eyes. He looks older, probably around his late twenties with brown hair and green eyes which shine. He is dressed in boyish clothes like he is attempting to look younger than his real age but the signs of maturity are visible on his face and in the depths of his eyes. Why is an older man part of Harley's group?

His hands are tattooed and the long, black, jacket that he wears I imagine hides full sleeves on either arm. An older man comes and talks to him. He looks like him, but with slightly grey hair, in his mid-forties. The older man’s gaze goes from me to the boy and he smirks. The boy rolls his eyes but the dark, heated gaze that he has remains on me.

Elijah's POV My grandfather had to be kidding me, this man was nowhere near death but he wanted to have his will read. He was the healthiest seventynineyearold I knew but I would just humor him. I parked my Audi Q8 in the garage and then headed up to his office.

“Can someone please explain what the fuck is going on here?” the younger man says. He looks to be around my age or so, maybe younger. I’m not sure. I stare at him and see the resemblance between him and Lilly. The only difference being that he had black hair. I assume he is Luke and the older guy currently kneeling down, crying, must be Lucas, their father. “Join the club mister because I’m just as confused as you” I stare at them. My hands folded across my chest.

I settled into a quiet corner booth, relishing the warmth of the ceramic mug against my chilled fingers. However, the peace was short-lived. As I scrolled through the news on my phone, a shadow fell across the table. I looked up to find a young man, probably in his late twenties, and his features a combination of boyish charm and rugged handsomeness. His smile was wide and friendly. He looked to be probably in his late twenties, his features a combination of boyish charm and rugged handsomeness.

"How can they give such an order?!" The screaming man is young and handsome, quite like a fox. He's probably in his twenties or early thirties. He's tall and lean, with an elegant and remarkably muscular build. He has an unshaven beard on his chin as well as kind eyes. He holds his head high while another flustered fellow trips over himself to hold him back.

And he wondered whether he should go to check on the younger generation or not? “Hm? If something is really happening out there, I can’t miss it. All right, let’s go and see! My friend, I’ll go ahead, and you wait here for a moment!” said the middle-aged man as he stood up, straightened his clothes, and then tore through the void with one hand. He then stepped into the void and vanished right in front of the figure who was meditating.