Blue Bloods Grandpa Novels & Stories

"Oh, nothing really, just my new strains." "Is that what happened to him? He been trying out your stash again?" "Boy, lower your voice. Don't you see these kids are working?" "Where's your wife, old man?" "Hell if I…hey what time is it?" Grandpa looked at his watch and jumped up. "Margaritas on the beach. You done with me, Catalina baby, your old grandpa has a date with your nana." "Have fun, grandpa." "Here, daddy, try a brownie."

“It’s alright. I believe you. My father and I are the only people in my family who have light cerulean blue eyes…unfortunately” “Unfortunately?” I say, a little surprised. I mean, is this guy for real? Sure, I love my forest green eyes, they are somewhat unique too but Blaze’s eye color was rare. They were a lovely shade of winter sky with swirls of cerulean ocean blue. “Yeah…my father inherited from my grandfather and I inherited his eyes from my father,” He says the word ‘grandfather’ with such disgust that I find myself wondering, how can someone’s grandpa be so cruel?

“And they will come.” “Let them,” Liam growled. “You are thinking like a father,” the grandfather replied. “Not like a leader.” Liam didn’t look away. “I am both.” The old man studied him. Then nodded once. “Then prepare.” He turned to leave. The grandmother paused beside me. “You carry it too,” she murmured softly. I stilled. “What?” She touched my shoulder lightly. “The blood.” A chill ran down my spine. “That’s impossible.” She gave me a knowing look.

Blue grinned. “I’m taller now.” “I can see that.” “And smarter.” Marianne laughed. “That too?” “Definitely.” The confidence in Blue’s voice made everyone smile. For a brief moment, the tension that had followed us for years seemed to disappear enough to allow everyone to breathe. Marianne stood. “Come inside.” Blue immediately nodded. Then she noticed something. Her eyes widened dramatically. “Grandma!” Marianne looked amused. “Yes?” “You said, ' Granddaughter.”

“It’s only for a day, stop being dramatic.” “Leslie would never call me dramatic and she’s not even my granddaughter.” Grandfather says and I smile. He hasn’t noticed me yet so I hug him from behind. “What do you mean I am not your granddaughter? I look more like you than Kian does.” I joke, just to lighten the mood and stop him from sulking, “I wonder where Kian gets his blue eyes from when yours are hazel like mine.” Grandfather chuckles. Mission accomplished. “My eyes are brown but I appreciate the effort, child.” He replies now in a lighter mood. I grab his hand and look into his eyes.

Nancy Cole looked at Anaan in the long light of the evening and thought of her father as a young man in a photograph, standing in this same garden, smiling with his whole face. She thought he would have wanted her to be happy. She thought, with a clarity that did not require argument, that she was. — END — HIS GRANDFATHER'S LAST WISH

the chief said and I didn't understand how Grandpa would have such a connection. "Grandfather?" "Yes, Your Grandfather is the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation," my mouth hung open because I didn't know that, why am I just finding out? Well, that explains why Ziora isn't scared to do anything and also explains why he was never around. "Sir, I know you made a promise but my life is at stake," I said calmly while trying to be emotional. "Your Grandfather will sort it out, your family will," Chief said and I was about to lose it, why isn't emotional talk working on him?!!

Philip Winston, his grandfather bawled. “Grandpa calm down, if you keep on going this way your blood sugar level will increase” “Don’t act like you care about me now. If you did, you wouldn’t have done such a thing!” Richie exhaled deeply. “Grandpa, don’t you know who I am? I’m Richie Winston, your grandson. I’ll prove to you that we don’t need LRC, just believe me” “Prove to who!?”. Philip hollered.”I didn’t ask you to prove anything to me!”. Seeing his car enter his driveway as his massive mansion came to view, Richie rushed his call with his grandfather as he hung up.

Angelica Grandpa and Grandma took me into their office inside the magically beautiful mansion on the fourth floor and I told them everything - what happened, who it was and why I'm here. They understood perfectly and Grandpa was ready to kill something. "How dare that son of a bitch! How dare he do that to my granddaughter!" Grandpa yelled, his voice almost shaking the room. Grandma stood up from her seat and placed a calming hand upon his shoulder and he visibly relaxed, placing his even bigger hand on her small delicate one. "Thanks, Martha. But it just makes me so angry-"

he added, pride ringing in his voice. My smile widened. “Thank you, Grandpa.” I offered my arm to help him walk. He’s in his eighties now and can’t walk without a cane. The last time I saw him, he was still full of energy, like a bull. He led me inside the house. Several house staff were waiting for us at the door—I greeted them with a smile. I glanced back and saw Pablo following closely behind, carrying my duffel bag. Grandpa’s mansion here in the province is massive. It’s an old Spanish-style home passed down from his parents. If the exterior looked beautiful—thanks to the well-maintained gardens and the fountain—then the inside was even more breathtaking.