Angry Grandpa Body Bag Novels & Stories

she mumbled helping me pack the last box of clothes. " I love you Grandma so much, am so sorry Grandpa had to go in that painful way," I said. " Painful indeed, you were right at the funeral. Grandpa was murdered" " What? Grandma I was mad at the world at that time, I was talking a bunch of bullshit" I explained. She dug into her handbag and pulled out a white folder with paper inside it. " Open it, I got an autopsy done on him that same night," she said.

he barked at me in anger, stomping his feet like an angel villain. “No Gramps! Not when you are tis furious.” I responded sternly and signalled the receptionist to call the emergency hotline and probably get the first responder to hurry up before my grandfather passes out from anger and high blood pressure. Zach and the others stood by idly, refusing to help in any way.

“Alright.” “This isn’t the place or time for the two of you to be lovey-dovey,” the white-haired old man yelled angrily, “Tell me, where are the Boyes’ unique secret collection of books?” Grandpa smiled grimly and said, “In my stomach.” As soon as he said this, there was a loud bang when Grandpa’s body exploded. Boye’s eyes widened in horror. “My darling!” Soon after, she started vomiting blood and her appearance rapidly aged in an instant. Her hair became thoroughly white while her face went through a miraculous change…

Angelica Grandpa and Grandma took me into their office inside the magically beautiful mansion on the fourth floor and I told them everything - what happened, who it was and why I'm here. They understood perfectly and Grandpa was ready to kill something. "How dare that son of a bitch! How dare he do that to my granddaughter!" Grandpa yelled, his voice almost shaking the room. Grandma stood up from her seat and placed a calming hand upon his shoulder and he visibly relaxed, placing his even bigger hand on her small delicate one. "Thanks, Martha. But it just makes me so angry-"

‎After splashing some water on my face and washing my hands, I take a deep breath before leaving the restroom. ‎I make my way to the nurses' desk to begin the process of claiming Grandpa's body. The nurses ask for several documents and pieces of information, and I provide everything they need. ‎Not long after, I am escorted to the morgue. ‎The moment I see Grandpa lying there, motionless and cold, a sharp pain pierces my chest. It still doesn't feel real. Just a few days ago, he was alive. ‎I force myself to stay strong.

’ I berated myself. I nodded again. "Yes. It's her fault. She shouldn't have taken what wasn't hers. She fucking stole from me!’ Anger surged through me. ‘She better pray to the Moon Goddess that nothing happens to my Grandpa, or I won't hesitate to bury her alongside him’ I ruffled my hair in frustration. ‘No, nothing will happen to my Grandpa.’ I fearfully shook my head and stood at the edge of Grandpa's bed, watching the pack physician closely as he examined Grandpa's pulse and eyes.

No matter how harshly people cursed her online, Mia would look at them from abroad and think of them as nothing but clowns she had fooled. At the funeral home, Jessie saw her grandfather's body. He had been kept in the refrigerated chamber at the morgue. When the white sheet was lifted, Jessie saw his frighteningly pale face. There would never be a loving smile again. He lay there without the slightest trace of life. His lips were as colorless as his skin. There were still a few wounds on his face. Jessie took only one look before her mind went completely blank. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, and she had to brace herself against the metal table where his body rested.

She held me, looking very worried. “Mum, mum, she didn't lie. She...I… Emmy what am I going to do?” I asked, half wailing, half gasping. My chest felt choked and spicy. Realizing what I meant, Emmy went pale too. Holding me in a bear hug, she started patting me on the back until I calmed down. “Give me the bag!” Grandma whispered to Emmy, who then handed her a green, pouch-like bag with a super long sling.

Torn clothing lay scattered inside the casket. They grabbed the shreds and tried to cover themselves, but the effort was futile. An open casket offered nowhere to hide from prying eyes. They could only curl into a seated fetal position and press their faces into their knees, a posture that looked both suggestive and pathetic. Dulce, Kim, and Jasmine stood frozen in shock. I gestured toward the crowd and raised my voice. "Now tell me, who deserves to kneel and beg for Grandpa's forgiveness?" One of the aunts covered her mouth and made the Sign of the Cross. "Have mercy on me, Lord!"

“I want to throw up just looking at it.” Angie leaned over Sasha’s shoulder just as she was preparing to wrap it. “Thank fuck you were here to wrap it back up. I’d be lost. I’d have called an ambulance.” She looked to her grandfather, “I really am sorry.” He held out his hand to her and she went and sat by his head on the other side of the bed, and he squeezed her hand, “it’s fine. Sasha will have me right as rain in no time. In the meantime, sneak me a couple of those cookies.”