Novel & Cerita Ben Ten Grandpa Max

"Stop calling me that. I am not an old man" "Sure. If you insist" Sighing, Max rounded his desk and sat on the edge "You know that we look alike physically but that's where the comparison stops. I don't remember trying to piss off my dad when I was young. He was my hero. I worshiped him" "Grandma says otherwise," Zander said flipping through his book. Max was about to ask him what he'd heard when he realized what Zander had said. "Grandma? Do you talk to your grandmother?"

Meanwhile, I just followed him because I didn't know what to do. Max knelt down, which surprised me greatly. It’s right, once again, Max placed both knees on the ground in front of the old man. He even held the old man's hands and rubbed them gently. To make sure I wasn't seeing things, I rubbed my eyes. And the scene in front of me was still the same. Now the old man was looking at me. He raised his hand and pointed at me. "Who is he, my grandson?" What? Grandson? So the old man was Max's grandpa?

" Nanny Benny " " Do not call me Maximo, you left for over many months without caring about how your Nanny Benny has been living. " " Don't say that, you know I care so much about you. I have only been too busy " Maximo replied with a sly smile. He walk towards his Nanny who had nurture him from birth and he pulled her to his embrace. " Oh, how I miss you " He breath, placing a soft kiss on her grey hair before he pulled back.

One was a tall old man in slip-on shoes, smiling warmly. The other was a little girl with two pigtails, holding the old man’s hand. Under the drawing, four big words were written in crooked handwriting. “Grandpa is the best!” I stared at those words for a long time. My eyes stung a little, but the corners of my mouth kept rising. I crouched down and picked Nina up. “Come on. Grandpa will take you to get a caramel apple.” “Yay!” Nina leaned against my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled like a little sun.

Silas who was silent all this time gently chided Carson before he turned to Mark “Eldest cousin, is there a need to ridicule Grandma? All she is doing, is looking out for your best interests.” “Yeah, you can keep her best interests.” Eric sneered “We will keep our grandma’s blessing.” “How come we have different grandmas?” 6-year-old Max raised his head to look at his father innocently. Mark frowned but before he could respond, Eric retorted “We don’t have different grandmas. My grandma is your great grandma.” No matter how smart Max was, he was only 6 and was no match for his uncle’s word game. He nodded in understanding as he yawned.

We were walking down from the cemetery hill when I caught a familiar scent—one I used to crave but now made my stomach turn. Beta Max. He stood at the base of the hill, a bouquet of chrysanthemums in hand. His hair was unkempt, his clothes wrinkled, and the dark circles under his eyes were deep . “Louis, where is Grandpa buried? I should pay my respects too.” I clenched my jaw. Still, since it involved Grandpa, I kept my voice polite. “Thanks, Max. But there's no need. Given the relationship between you and Grandpa, I don't think it's appropriate.”

“Please, I beg you. Please give it back. The crucifix is important to me.” Rachel and the other household staff member in the back took delight in my humbling. She plucked my chin with her toes. “That’s not a lot of begging. Bark for me. Since you’re such a lapdog, act like one and convince me.” I had never been so humiliated. Furious, I snapped a look at her. “Grandpa will make you pay for what you’re doing to me, Rachel.” Rachel was in stitches. It was as if she had heard the joke of the century.

my kids demanded non stop even though they had just met their great grandfather for the first time. "Uh... I'm sorry for their behaviour, they are usually too excited when it comes gifts," I apologised on their behalf. "Oh dear, you don't have to be sorry, they are my children after all. The least I can do is to spoil them in whatever way I can. They remind me of Asphalt when he was little. He might be acting cold now but he really has a good heart," grandpa max whispered which was not necessary because Asphalt heard it all but refused to acknowledge it as he had his eyes on me.

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

Instead, I heard receding footsteps. “At least I've found this much money…” I heard him grumble, and my body shook in pain and anger. “That's my… my savings…” I was struggling to breathe out as the pain radiating throughout my body intensified. I could not lift my body up. “It's… It's for the children… Your grandchildren…" “I don't need a grandchild from you, they will only stain the family's name just like you and your foolish mother did!” And with that, he was out of the house in a second.