Evil Old Man Novels & Stories

"We heard there was a Mad Alpha running around these parts, and I don't think we want to run into him." The old man suddenly burst into laughter, a deep, rumbling cackle that bounced off the walls like thunder. "What's so funny?" DJ asked, narrowing his eyes. "He won't harm you, unless you mess with something or someone he loves," the old man replied, stepping closer. There was a wild glint in his eye now, a barely restrained intensity beneath his smile. "And you are?" Cameron asked warily. "Nigel Senior," the man said proudly. "I'm the previous Alpha of the Howling Cliffs pack."

"I apologise, old man! Although I detest doing it, I am unable to stop now. I believe that sleeping will improve your comfort. The second time won't hurt at all, I assure you. He had bloodshot pupils and stared deeply at the old man. He made his way towards the elderly man while smirking at him. A pair of fangs appeared when his face was level with the elderly man. "Hmmph..." The elderly man mumbled indistinctly as his mouth was covered in duct tape. "Do you have anything to say for the last time?" the man asked as he raised one eyebrow. The young man's question was answered with a nod of his head by the elderly man. The duct tape on his mouth had come off and he said, "Have mercy on this ol

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They also thought about sowing discord in Flying Eagles at all times so that they could devour the entire Flying Eagles and the Flying Eagles Academy. When these people heard the old man utter such words at this moment, how could they not be furious? “Where does this old fart come from? He already has one foot in the grave. How dare he brags so shamelessly? “Get lost right now, or else I don’t mind sending you a poor coffin. “You aren’t going to get lost? Fine, I’ll break your legs first!” Boom! The skinny old man acted first and landed a slap on the man’s face.

I don't fight for the same cause as to them that's why I hate when they laugh, I hate when they're happy. "Here comes our leader, Mr. Alejandro Evans." The old man then haughtily stamped his way to the spotlight and began his nonsense talks. But since something is coming huge in this show of him, I was not bored one bit. My eyes are now darting lasers to the massive projector screen on his back where his presentation will be viewed. Sadly, it will be a different one.

A woman with an amazing figure was on her knees fanning at the old man. Meanwhile, a middle-aged man made his way to the back of the old man, bowed down a little, and said softly, “Sir, Steelification Doyen has set out on his journey.” The old man said calmly without even opening his eyes, “Tell Zeus Yankovich that he can have Kayson’s life, but I want Kayson’s head.” “Yes, sir.” The middle-aged man immediately turned around and left. As for the old man, it appeared that the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sniggered.

Ellen insisted, her voice tinged with a hint of secrecy. “You know, I want to believe that I've lived a long time on this earth. I mean, I'm 68 years old," the old man chuckled softly, his eyes filled with wisdom and empathy. “I've witnessed many strange things in my time, and I think I can recognize when someone needs help, even if they don't admit it. You all seem like people running from something or someone, and I'm sure whoever or whatever that person may be, they are very dangerous. However, you know what? I've won my local shooting competition ten times in a row. You'll be safe here with me," he reassured them, his gaze conveying a mix of compassion and determination.

"What was running through your thick skull?" "I'm sorry," the old man sobbed. "I'll never cross paths with you...again if you let me go. Please forgive me." "Do you truly want me to forgive you?" Alessandro smirked, stepping back. "Yes," the old man nodded, struggling to move. "I want you to bow and lick every part of my shoe, it's dirty," Alessandro spat, his voice dripping with venom. The humiliation had just reached its peak. "Alessandro, you're fucking evil. This is beyond evil."