Novel & Cerita Ben Ten Grandpa Max

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.

He laughed, the real laugh he saved for moments no one else saw, and ruffled my hair so hard my cap fell off. That night we sat on the dock, legs dangling over black water. He told me stories about his father—my grandfather—building the company from a single warehouse. “One day it’ll be yours,” he said. “You’ll make it bigger.” I believed him. I was six. Belief was easy. Then Elias arrived.

He told me, "It's fine. Let's just celebrate her birthday here. I'll go prepare dinner now. "You wanted meatloaf, right? Grandpa will make it for you." Mom and Dad gave in to her whims, but I was very displeased about it. I glared coldly at her and said, "Tammy Gilbert, you have no right to make such loud demands here. "Also, I recall that you absolutely hated meatloaf. Since you demanded that Grandpa make it for you, you had better finish up everything on your plate even if I had to stuff it down your throat!"

He literally ignored Cris, but then we walked back to our shared street. "My grandparents are here for a week," she said, "There was some revelation about a long-lost foster brother of my father's. He is really fuming about it. So, I don't know how things will even go from here. My grandmother is trying to get my father into playing the piano again, but he refuses," she rambled on.

“Your father told me I now have great-grandchildren. I didn’t believe him, but it’s all true?” Nathan replied, “Of course.” He looked at the children and said, “Mia, Max, this is your great-grandpa. Say hi to him.” A sweet smile appeared on Mia’s face instantly as she greeted, “How do you do, Great-grandpa? I’m Mia. I’m the younger sister.” Max introduced himself as well, “I’m Max. I’m the older brother. I was born ten minutes earlier than Mia!” Old Mr. Langley’s heart melted when he heard the children’s baby-ish voices. He looked very happy.

Back home, from the guards’ awed comments I finally learned the truth: the furniture in my room—the desk, bed, and cabinet—were all made from the finest materials. Grandpa owned many villas in the suburbs but preferred the countryside for its fresh air. This was real wealth—unlike the sort that traded women's bodies and favors as bargaining chips. Grandpa sighed. "If your dad hadn't insisted on being some painter, he'd be sitting in an auction house now."

The raspy sound coming out of his old throat is incredibly soft, but it strikes the bedroom like a massive thunderbolt, shocking every single spirit against the wall. Riven whips his head around to face the bed furs in pure, total disbelief. "Grandpa... are your hunting senses... are you okay?" Sitting up against the carved wood with immense difficulty, Old Max uses a shaky wrist to wipe the remaining black stain from the corner of his mouth. In a weak but deeply firm, commanding alpha growl, his fangs click together. "Which stupid pup across this territory... would dare to throw chains around the wrists of my personal savior?"

"Please save me! I want to go to Mrs. West's house! She was Mommy's best friend. I don't want to leave with a stranger!" The onlookers exchanged uncertain glances. A few nosy women even stepped forward as if to intervene. "Hey, what are you doing? The kid obviously doesn't want to go. How could you take him by force?" "Yeah, this is scary." Catalina frowned impatiently. Before she could speak, an observant old man suddenly pointed at the extended Rolls-Royce parked by the entrance and exclaimed, "Good heavens, that car must be worth over 10 million dollars, right?"

“You have earned it, and besides Max wasn’t even there went we decided to put you on the squad. Look, I know the guy, he doesn’t play with women feelings, he usually is very straight forward with what he wants and he never crosses a line. I told him you’re like my sister and he is not backing off, so that either means he doesn’t give a shit about the alliance, which is very unlikely, or two he likes you but is just a bit messed up in the head and can’t decide what to do or three, he is completely messed up and lost all his senses and is using you.” I flinch at the last one but Colton quickly adds “Look all I’m trying to say is be careful. Max is a good person and he normally would play with