Ben Ten Grandpa Max Novels & Stories

Her eyes scanned Max before flicking up to me, her painted lips curling. “Still dressing him like a street boy, I see,” she said lightly, adjusting the diamond bracelet on her wrist. “No sense of presentation.” Max’s smile faltered as he stepped closer into my side. Anger sparked in my chest, but before I could reply, Dad’s voice boomed from the living room. “Is that my grandson I hear?” Max’s face lit up again. He ran towards the sound, his sneakers squeaking against the marble. “Grandpa!” Dad emerged from his armchair, his shoulders stooped and skin sallow under his white kurta. But his eyes brightened as Max hurled himself into his arms, clinging to his neck.

When she opened it, Max stood there with his bright eyes and innocent smile. He was dressed neatly in a white shirt tucked into blue jeans, his hair brushed to the side. He looked so excited that Serena couldn’t help but smile faintly. He rushed forward and hugged her tightly. The hug was brief but warm, lasting only two seconds before he pulled back and said, “Mum, thank you for agreeing to take me to Grandpa!” Serena forced out a soft smile and rubbed his hair gently. “You’re always welcome, baby,” she said tenderly. Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Should I tell you a secret?”

"Sure! Let's work hard." Granny Naima flicked Max's forehead softly. "You have to work extra hard, Max.Your boyfriend is a beautiful and charming man. I'm sure you will compete not only with women but men too. And he is an aspiring doctor. A low-grade engineer should step down regularly." "Granny, is your grandson really me or Ken?" protested Max. Granny Naima laughed. "I've never had a grandson like Ken so I don't think I mind trading you for Ken."

The old man waved at him and said benignly, “Max, come here. Come to great grandpa.” Max finally ran to the old man. “Your father told me that you wanted a mother. Is that true?” Max shook his head but when he glimpsed at Jessica from the corner of his eyes, he shivered and nodded. Zayden was astonished at Max’s reaction. “Max was too small to understand this kind of things. But he know who is good to him.” Jessica said and clapped her hands, smiling softly, “Come here Max, come to Auntie.” Max unconsciously shrank behind the old man.

When Maxime saw the old man lying in bed, his black eyes scanned the room a few times, realizing there was no one else. He then leaned over to the bedside with a cute smile. "You’re my great-grandpa." Magnus hadn’t lied to him. He was practically his mini-me, looking so much like him when he was young. The old man looked at Maxime, his eyes reddening as he almost couldn’t stop himself from crying. "Great-grandpa, why are you lying in bed, not moving?" Maxime reached up to scratch his head and then seemed to realize something. "I know, great-grandpa is sick, just like mom, and has to rest in bed, right?"

Attached to this letter are some documents that I have already signed; you just have to sign your part to have all my properties transferred to your name. I have always loved you, Sophie, and I will continue to do so till I take my last breath. My last wish is for you and the kids to live in eternal happiness. I love you and my kids so much. I wish you all the best. Maxon.’ My hands trembled, and the letter fell from them. The fact that I didn’t know if he was okay or not only increased the intensity of my heartbeat.

He answered. “I see what you did there.” I said. “Nice play on words.” “Now, how about we start before your parents come home.” Grandpa Max said as he lends me one of his aprons. We started preparing everything we need. While we’re cooking, Grandpa Max teaches me the steps in cooking his MaxCheese Bites. Then Grandma started taking pictures of us with her polaroid camera. We enjoyed every moment of it and this was the most memorable moment I had with Grandpa Max.

I go back to her original question. “I’m loose, as you say, because I like penises. Different shapes and sizes.” “Esmerelda!” she shouts. “My name is Max, mom, now please leave, I’ve had enough of you today.” She stands there, glaring at me. I feel bad for making her upset, but I refuse to apologize. She finally walks away, muttering under her breath. “Try to do something nice, like visit your only child and get thrown out in the streets.” “Tell the congregation they would love to hear all about it.”

He'll tell his Papa and uncle about his new grandma. “Blessings be upon you my son” Aunt Mag chimed, her eyes clouded with tears. She not only has a daughter now but also a grandson. Isn't this amazing? Grandfather fixed his gaze on the boy staring at him intently. He bears a striking resemblance to members of a certain family but his eyes are absolutely Sophia's.

The moment she found out I had enrolled Ryder in a vocational school, she stormed into my room in a rage and flung the admission letter straight at my face. "Rebecca King! What are you trying to do?" she shouted, pointing at me, her whole body trembling with fury. "How dare you send my grandson to learn something as lowly as fixing cars? That's work for the lower class! I raised him with such care, and now you want him to serve other people?" I looked at her flatly, not even bothering to defend myself. "Grandma!" Ryder's voice came from the doorway. He rushed in and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body—for the first time in 15 years.