Blue Bloods Grandpa Novels & Stories

“Estelle, I hope we are able to continue our conversation from earlier.” “Of course. My father is here as well.” She moved the screen to my grandfather. He looks regal, strong, and pale. His eyes are very blue. The kind of blue you see in the middle of the ocean, where it is the clearest and deepest color. His hair is white and long and on his head is a crown. It’s all gold, except in the middle where a bloodstone lies. The suit he is wearing looks tailored and expensive. Meanwhile, I’m wearing jeans and a button-up shirt. I’m feeling under dressed to meet my grandfather.

“Ahh, I'm so tired. I just need to sleep for a week.” “Well, nothing is stopping you now. You're finally on summer break. You can sleep all you want for two months.” “Yeah, you're right. Where's Grandpa?” “He went out for drinks with Jimmy.” “Jimmy Applebottom?” “Yeah, isn't he the one who found the info about my inheritance?” “Yes. He is a private investigator.”

I flared, and he pointed his finger at me in anger. “Grandpops!” Jared screamed as he rushed into the room while he helped his great-grandfather to a glass of water. “What are you doing, uncle? Are you trying to upset Great-Grandfather?” He asked, but I didn't reply to him. “Call the doctor; he looks like he needs to get his blood pressure checked.” I said, only sparing a glance at my grandfather, who looked sick with anger, but I didn't mind him as I walked out of the room only to bump into my grandmother.

Though every fiber in me screamed to walk away, I knew too well—if I didn't obey, they'd just twist it again, accuse me of neglect, disrespect, and pride. Swallowing my bitterness, I pulled out my equipment and began the check. After a while, I calmly told him the truth: "Grandpa, your blood pressure is a bit high. I recommend you take some herbs to stabilize it. At your age, leaving it untreated could be dangerous." But before I could say more, he slammed his cane to the ground with such force that my wolf flinched instinctively, her fur standing on end. "You always say my blood pressure's high! I bet you make it high on purpose. It's just a trick to suck money from me! Why would I need her

Grandfather Sanchez chided with a smile, his affection evident. Grandfather Brown, too, exuded kindness as he took Theodore’s hand and said with feigned reproach, “You rascal! I was worried sick about you this whole year, thinking you were suffering. I couldn’t eat or sleep properly. But look at you—healthier and taller than before! Seems you had a good year after all.” He added with pride, “Impressive, true to my Lucian Brown's bloodline.” Grandfather Sanchez quipped, “Grandson-in-law, perhaps.”

Mavin POV: Grandpa wasn't feeling to fine again, and I frowned and knew that he was beginning to worry so much about me. "Grandpa.." - I called Grandpa Charlie as I approached his bed. "Mavin.." - Grandpa coughed up blood and that made me rushed to him and frowned. "What's wrong again Grandpa? I thought that you're already fine now?" - I was angry, as Grandpa wouldn't listen to stop with his unnecessary worrying about me getting married.

She said. "Yes, that's all but one more thing, make sure you don't get caught and don't act suspicious." Grandpa wei said and the cough came back again, this time with blood. Anna saw the blood and shuddered at the sight of it. "Grandpa, are you okay? Go get the car keys." She yelled. He dash to her room and came back with the keys.

I guess I have to play the grandson of a ruthless businessman tonight. “Why are you sighing? Don’t like to be home now, are we?” Levine said as I turned to look at my grandpa. His vivid greens were staring at me with mischief. I rolled my eyes before the chauffeur was opening the door for my grandpa and I was getting out the other side.

Grandpa Black is Blauch Vandenberg? Grandpa Black—ahem—Blauch Vandenberg immediately stretched his hands and shook hands with Fleet Castillo. “Thank you. Thank you.” But immediately, his attention landed on Valencia again. “What invitation? Little lass, you are here now, aren't you?” he said, pretending not to understand what Valencia meant. Valencia's expression turned pale. If Grandpa Black is Maverick's grandfather… doesn’t that mean she had been interacting with her ex's grandfather and revealing all the secrets to him?

The streetlights flickered, casting long, jittery shadows that looked like Charcoal strokes across the dirt. Grandpa emerged a few moments later, his presence announced by the rhythmic thud creak of his wooden stool being placed on the concrete. He didn’t sit beside Tobi; he sat perpendicular to him, looking out at the neighborhood. "They are trying to put a cage around the bird before they've even heard it sing," Grandpa said softly. His voice was like worn leather tough but comforting. "They want to know 'why' you used the blue, 'why' you used the gold. They want to turn your soul into a Sunday lesson."