Blue Bloods Grandpa Novels & Stories

I hugged him close, “I would love to grandpa, but I really don’t feel good about leaving grandma alone today. She is vomiting a lot of blood and she won’t go to the doctor.” He answered, “You’re probably right. I will go hunting and try to bring us back a deer.” I nodded, “Don’t try to rush it. I already have homemade chicken soup on the stove.” He winked at me, “Good idea. I don’t know what we did to deserve you, but we are so lucky. After he left, I went to my room and took a quick shower. I had just gotten dressed and was about to brush out my hair when I heard grandma scream like she had been stabbed!

We got into the vehicle and Sam drove back to the mansion. When we arrived, I hurried out of the car and marched toward the building while Miles hurried after me. I made my way to the staircase and climbed to the second floor. I turned to the right and walked to Granpa’s door. One of the domestic staff had a mop stick in hand and she was scrubbing blood stains on the floor. There was a bucket of water right beside her. She greeted us and continued her activity. The water in the bucket had turned red, a confirmation that my grandpa had indeed lost a lot of blood.

Greyson, my grandfather uttered in a sophisticated manner which got me scoffing inside my head. Everyone who knew Greyson would know how strict and arrogant he is towards everyone. And that is where the quote "Blood is thicker than water" comes in because Jonathan is also the same way. “What are you doing here Ethan?” My grandfather asked immediately as the elders left. Judging from his voice, I could tell how relaxed and non-concerned he was. A small smirk displayed on his lips as he looked at me. I knew that my grandfather knew the exact reason I came to his penthouse but he just wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth himself.

He ignored Egon's warning eyes and turned to face me again. I could see it clearly when he reluctantly stood up to get me some yoghurt, refusing to stress his grandpa that he might really care for his grandpa besides all this. I mean why else should he go as far as marrying a total stranger just to save his grandpa. “Ava!” Grandpa called me all too seriously, making me a little nervous. “Sir?” I answered, giving him my full attention. “I know my grandson very well and I know whatever is going on now is staged but I need you to do something for me.” He muttered, gripping the life out of me.

"Well, the Blue family is also a famous family. As far as Mr. Blue is concerned, the Blue family is also trusted by people everywhere. Otherwise, the death penalty could be given." "Now the man's sentence is still uncertain. But their family is still preparing to appeal, and it seems that they have already found evidence to reverse the facts. If Scarlett really has that ability, we might also be able to help her with it, but you have to be careful because Dean is not a good person to deal with." said the old woman Armstrong. "Grandma can rest assured that we will have no intention of dealing with Dean. As long as we only deal with Celeste and let her leave Dean on her own initiative. Without

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.

It looked like he was killed in his sleep because it didn't seem like there was a fight "I'll leave you two alone," Mother said and shut the door behind her. "Carter, look" Xavier came to stand beside me and pointed to Grandpa's neck. On close inspection, I realized that it looked abnormal. It looked blue. I glanced at Xavier and he was looking at me too. It seemed like we were thinking similarly. To confirm our suspicions, I placed my hand on grandpa's chin and exerted a little bit of force so I could pry it open. What I saw baffled both Xavier and I. Grandpa's tongue was dark blue, a clear indication that his death was related to witchcraft.

The screams fill our ears as I turn back to Grandpa. “I don’t feel it,” Grandpa says. “Tell my beautiful Sabrina, she made my life worth living.” He starts to cough, and I see blood drip from the sides of his mouth. “Grandpa,” I hold his hand. “I love you, Grandpa. I am a Sol. I am your granddaughter.” Grandpa squeezes my hand and I kiss his knuckles. “Dad, I love you, thank you for saving my daughter,” I hear my Mom’s shaky voice through Zach’s phone.

Something about him scratched at my memory. Adrian leaned close. “Some of your grandpa’s colleagues,” he whispered. “And one of my family. He’s only observing. I’ll introduce you later.” I arched a brow. “Your family? Which one?” He only smiled. Javier lounged against the buffet table, one hand in his pocket, watching us with that knowing look older brothers perfected. Grandpa moved to the center, his cane tapping the floor twice. “Alright,” he said. His voice filled the room without effort. “keep this short. Age is unkind to long speeches.”

one of the bodyguards answered, "it is our duty." The aroma of Amorem Rose assailed my senses as soon as I walked into the room. She'd already arrived. Fiona, my stepmother, and William, whom she affectionately referred to as Will, were already in the private room's velvet sofa. I ignored them, like I normally did, and walked over to the bed. With many tubes poking in and out of his nostrils and arms, Grandpa appeared feeble. I took his hand in mine and carefully squeezed it. Grandpa's bright blue eyes sprung awake. "That's my boy. You've arrived.” He croaked.