Novelas y relatos de Younger Man

His voice was a gruff rumble that seemed to fill the entire room. The other man was much younger, maybe only a year or two older than Violet if that. His brown hair was tousled in a messy, just got out of bed look that was obviously styled that way. He wasn’t as broad as the older man, but he looked like he could hold his own. He dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of worn boots. Violet could see the edge of a tattoo just under the sleeve of his t-shirt. His eyes were a dark jade color. “Yeah, no kidding,” the younger one said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.”

“Does she really have to do it?” the man asked the older one. His body turned towards the younger one so that he was facing him. His aura was so dominating and his towering height almost scared the others around him. “Yes, of course. She’s the ace card for us,” he replied to the younger one, making him sigh. He nodded nonetheless. “But… How are you so sure? Because he’s not like us—,” “That’s why. He’s like a puppy, dear,” the older man interrupted the younger one. He palmed his shoulder and the younger man stretched his body straight although he was already so attentive.

The young man looked back and said to the man, "Wait a minute. I'll pack up soon." "Let me help you," the person said with a smile and waved his hand gently. The next second, the messy things were put away in place. The young man was shocked. He blinked and said, "Are you a supernatural being?" The man smiled and shook his head. "I'm not a supernatural being. I know some tricks." "How could it be a trick? If I have your ability, who dares to make trouble for me?" The young man's face was full of envy.

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.

"I'll surely pay your money back, Ice Pick. Just extend the time a little bit. I'll surely pay you. I promise with my life" a rich man in his late forties knelt down with a pleading eye in the front of a cold looking but handsome guy of twenty five years old who is not ready to accept the old man pleas. "Your life isn't worth my money, Johnson" the younger man bent down to the older man level. "We had an agreement. You know that, right" he continued as he stood up.

"It's okay... This person looks so kind, and he's not old. He's not an evil person!" The young man said with certainty.

"I'll surely pay your money back, Ice Pick. Just extend the time a little bit. I'll surely pay you. I promise with my life" a rich man in his late forties knelt down with a pleading eye in the front of a cold looking but handsome guy of twenty five years old who is not ready to accept the old man pleas. "Your life isn't worth my money, Johnson" the younger man bent down to the older man level. "We had an agreement. You know that, right" he continued as he stood up.

He said making a teasing face “Of course, they better get ready!’’ I said in a serious tone forgetting I was crying seconds ago “That's the baby girl I want to see” He smiled “Thanks a lot, hubby” I pouted cutely “You’re welcome” He smiled and left, one thing I like about my older man is how he respects and adores me, it's like the universe was saving me from Micheal when they pushed him out of my life, now I know I made the right decision asking my older man to marry me, it wasn't a bad idea after all.

No one could ever resist temptation from such a handsome young man—never mind that he was only 18 years old this year. However, wasn't sponsoring an orphan with excellent academic performance part and parcel of my job as a rich billionaire? I also just had to provide him with food and shelter. That was just too easy for me! So, of course, I didn't bring Peregrine home with me purely for his looks. While I was still trying to convince myself, Peregrine, who'd followed me home, suddenly spoke up.

“There are young men, older men, and then there are kids like you.” “I’m a boy, not a man!” The little one corrected her. “That person isn’t like me. He’s an adult, so he’s a man.” Taking another deep breath, Suzy asked, “So, was he young or old?” “Not young, but not old either…” The boy thought hard. “Just a regular man.” “So, you mean he’s middle-aged?” Suzy pointed to Allen nearby. “Was he like him?” “No!” The boy shook his head. “He’s a bit different from him.”