Ebony Old Man 소설 & 이야기

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

But before I can say a word, Grace lets out a squeal, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Hello, Elena,” the old man says, his tone soft and gentle. The twinkle in his eyes is warm, like he’s fond of me. I try to squeeze my brain to try and recognize him, but nothing comes to mind. I turn to the younger man and he’s smiling softly at me. He has auburn hair, a lot darker than mine and streaked with silver already. I turn to the older man and notice that our blue eyes are the same shade.

Not a VIP since he was in the Rainbow Room, but he smelled of money like a fragrance he was wearing. “That was fucking fast,” said Ebony, “tell me everything bitch. Does Grayson Godwin got a dick the size of a yacht. Or more like a rowboat like his daddy?” “I’m just that good. Some things are better left up to the imagination. A lady never tells.” Ebony cackled, “So I take it as you were nothing spectacular then? He got lost in your cunt and needed the fucking Coastguard to rescue him.”

He was peeling an apple with a knife. He wore a black suit. He had silver hair and cold gray eyes. It was the Old Man. Kaelen’s father. I froze. "You're dead," I whispered. "Kaelen snapped your neck." The Old Man smiled. He took a slice of apple and ate it. "Kaelen snapped the neck of a body double," the Old Man said calmly. "Did you really think I would be in the room with a Genesis Wolf without insurance?" He stood up. He walked over to me.

Amber reminded her. Ebony tisked and ignored Amber. Ash, the gentleman, escorted the diva across the warehouse to where the king had his broken knee propped up on some pillows. He’d heard many tales about the dark-skinned goddess but had yet to meet her in the flesh. Grayson didn’t look particularly pleased to have their first introduction when he was bruised and laid up. “Hello Ebony. I’ve heard many things about you. I’m Grayson Godwin.” She snorted, “As if I didn’t know that. Your face is always plastered around this city. If you are such a charitable man, you really should release some nudes-"

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

Then a voice answered. “Neither did anyone else.” All three of them spun around. An elderly man stepped from the shadows. White hair. Neatly trimmed beard. Elegant black suit. Despite appearing nearly eighty… His posture remained perfectly straight. His blue eyes settled on Aurora. Then softened. “My goodness…” His voice trembled. “You have your mother’s eyes.” Silence. Aurora’s pulse raced. “Who are you?” The old man smiled warmly. “My name is Elias.” He bowed slightly.

He looked to be in his seventies. Silver hair. Perfect posture. A charcoal suit that looked tailored to perfection. He smiled politely. Almost kindly. Yet something about him made even Adrian lower his eyes. “So…” The old man said. “We’re finally together.” His gaze swept across the courtyard. Vincent. Adrian. Damien. Grace. Daniel. Noah. Then it stopped on Elena. “There you are.” Elena instinctively stepped closer to Damien. The old man smiled. “You have your mother’s eyes.” “And your father’s stubbornness.”

An elderly man stood on the pathway, wearing a simple gray suit and carrying a wooden cane. His silver hair moved gently in the breeze. His eyes… Elaine froze. Those eyes. She had seen them before. Not once. Hundreds of times. “The Keeper,” Adrian whispered. The old man smiled. “I prefer George.” Lily frowned. “…You look like a George.” Elaine nearly laughed. The old man chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He sat beside them without invitation. None of them objected. “You succeeded.” Adrian looked toward him. “Barely.”