Younger Man Novels & Stories

The young man smiled faintly but then asked, “Do you know how old I am?” Karina paused, caught off guard. Though unsure why he was asking, she played along. “Twenty?” Looking no older than eighteen, she had deliberately guessed a little high. With his rapid cell division slowing his aging, she figured he might appear a couple of years younger than his actual age. But his smile deepened. “I’m thirty-five. I might even be 10 years older than you.”

"Was that all? Nothing more? More... convincing and scarier?" I heard a little voice from it and I noticed that it's a man. It seems like he is on his 30's. He's already older than me, he's already jumping in the calendar, yet, he still loves playing guess and win and hide and seek here. "Oh come on old man. Are you going to play something catchy with me? Will you?" I asked this. I heard a groan from him and a deep, deep sigh. Ow, is he tired enough talking with me? I did start yet, why so excited?

a man with long white hair that fell past his shoulders replied seriously. He wasn’t actually old. He was a young man in his early thirties, but he had deliberately dyed his hair white. As a result, anyone who saw him from a distance would probably mistake him for an older man without knowing his actual age. “If I come across a base, I’ll join it immediately,” he added with a heavy sigh. “I’m tired of having to do everything by myself.”

Author's p.o.v [" I beg you, don't kill him," A young girl who's age wouldn't be more than 18 pleaded in front of a man who is in his late 20s. The man isn't bothered by the girl's pleading. He is looking angry and clenching his jaw tightly. He is holding the girl by her hairs. Some men who are looking like some kind of rowdy are beating a young man who's age wouldn't be more than 25. The young man is almost on the verge of death.

“I said you’re going. And that’s final!” A large middle age man screamed at the well-built young man who stood before him. The young man was a spitting image of the older gentleman, only the middle aged man was taller by a few more inches. They both looked like giants, yet the young man somehow looked smaller. They were both dressed the same way. Both men wore tank tops and army pants with their feet enclosed in combat boots, with their ripped bodies displayed for all to see. Well, only one to see- the only woman in this huge hall. She looked upon the scene with a wry smile. She shook her head in a helpless manner when the young man pleaded with his gaze for help, indicating that there was l

Yates's voice, you sound older than me. The man's slender knuckled hands tapped against the arm of the wheelchair. "You're thirty-six this year?" "I'm twenty-six, ten years younger than you." Javier's face turned the color of a beetroot! 'This man really knows how to hold a grudge!'

The older was surprised and pointed to the phone and exclaimed, “That's her phone!!” “Yes it is. ” the younger man affirmed. The chains unlocked and he got up slowly then stretched his body, the young man hurriedly hugged him but got away as quickly as he did. The older man looked at him and smiled and the other looked down and then asked, “Can you walk? or should I carry you?” “No I can walk. ” said the older man raising his hands. “Okay let's hurry she might have found out her phone isn't with her and would be coming back. ” demanded the younger man.

she asked curiously. "No, who said he is?" "His body seems like he is a sportsperson." "He was", Nabi corrected. "He used to play basketball, but due to a minor hand injury, he stopped but was unable to gain interest again in that sport. He hits the gym regularly to maintain his physique." Hana felt happy knowing about Ian, even though it was a little information. "Ping me his number", Hana asked. "Ok!" Nabi replied absentmindedly.

He did the same with the others. The Brit regarded the older man like he was studying a strange insect. “It’s obvious, ain’t it? You got money in the bank, old man, yeah?” The man glared at him, but nodded. He tapped his gun to the side of the older man’s head. “So as soon as you wire transfer some cash to us, we’ll let you go. You okay?" “We’re not rich, asshole.” The young man snarled. The tall Brit grabbed the younger man by his hair, yanking his head back. “This is business, little fucker. You keep your trap shut if you don’t want to end up feeding the fishes, yeah?”

Capital City! Inside a quiet courtyard. An old man and a young man were playing chess. The old man looked like he was in his 70s or 80s. Despite his age and a head full of silver hair, he still looked vigorous. He had been spared from the weakness of aging. Although the young man was at least thirty years old, he was younger compared to the old man. “You’re getting better and better at chess, Stan!” The old man said cheerfully.