Blue Bloods Grandpa Novels & Stories

Blue said giving me a proud look. “Yes...well, he is handsome but you could have done better in Atlantis with Adrian.” Excuse me? “She is doing better here.” I said, and then pointed at the kids, “look, I gave you beautiful grandchildren.” “Yes, I have eyes, I see them.” Blue’s father was sarcastic to the maximum. He raised his hand for me to take, “Camus.” I shook his hand, “Hunter.” “Grandpa looks like Thor!” That was Art, she stared at him in wonder.

“And you didn’t deem it fit to tell me?” Jeffrey sighed and leaned back in his chair. “And what? Spike your blood pressure? Put you in a hospital bed? We’re already on it, Grandpa. But whoever this is, they’re good. Too good. They know our weakest points, our key contracts. It’s personal.” Grandpa Lu was silent, his jaw tight, the vein in his forehead standing like a soldier at war. Jeffrey stood and walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a bottle of their finest aged whiskey, and poured two glasses. “Here,” he said, handing one to his grandfather.

"Stupid granddaughter, how long do you think I'll live? Who do you think will inherit Goldman Inc. after me? Do you think you can live without your grandfather's wealth?" I laughed again. "Who knows, Grandpa? Who knows if I'll be the one to die first? Or I'll probably die first, killed by your endless ambitions!" Grandpa didn't say anything else. He rose to his feet in disgust. I wiped my nose with the edge of my sleeve, which was already soiled with blood. Grandpa paused at the door, then turned to say something. "Take care of your body. I won't be able to do anything else for you if things don't get better."

I had never had such a grand feast. "The braised ribs are delicious, Mom! Serve some to your grandmother, Ash." "Eat more, Grandma. The crabs arrived this morning. They're very fresh!" Grandma, who was supposed to be suffering from dementia, sat steadily at the head of the dining table. She was holding a juicy crab leg, and her lips were covered in grease. Uncle Daniel peeled crab for her while my aunt, Molly Franklin, piled the crab meat on her plate. Meanwhile, Ashton was scrolling through his phone while chewing on a braised rib.

Maybe he noticed my confusion because Fin, God bless his soul, explained, answering those unasked questions while breaking the uncomfortable silence that was starting to slowly creep inside the huge dining room. And when he mentioned grandpa, for some unknown reason, I was reminded of grandpa Balake. Bryce's grandpa strangely resembled Grandpa Blake in description, especially in the part where they both were weird and loved traditional medicine. And while I compared the two of them in my heart, I was sure that they were not the same person. There was no way Grandpa Blake was related to the infamous Hurt patriarch. Well, although he had tried hard to hide it, Grandpa Blake had an air of royal

Grandma replied as she handed me the small blue box. I stared at it in a confused state. Question after question ran through my head. My hands gripped the blue box with my body freezing there. “Piper, say something. Don’t scare me,” Grandma said, caressing my face. I gripped the blue box tightly. Looking into her jewel-like green eyes, I tried to ask, “Grandma, be honest with me. What happens? Why are you saying all those strange things?” “Grandma, don’t be afraid. Just tell me. I’ll protect you,” Jay said.

Slowly, I crept toward the stairs, clutching the railing for support as I craned my neck. Grandpa stood by the door, his silver hair messier than usual. His back was turned to me, but I could make out the visitor’s voice. "I just want to talk to her." I froze. Creed. What was this guy’s problem? Why was he suddenly all over my case? Grandpa’s posture shifted. He stiffened, then exploded into a full-blown rant, yelling at Creed with all the fire of a man half his age. I winced. Poor guy. Creed had no idea what he was getting himself into.

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

"That depends on what it is. I don't make a habit of promising things without knowing what they are. Let's go." He finishes very seriously and walks ahead of the Thompson siblings, who follow him resignedly, knowing what will happen when he finds out. They sit in the study facing him, and he listens without moving a single muscle in his face. When they've told him everything and what they plan to do, Grandpa sits for a moment with his head down, as if a few years had suddenly fallen upon him. The pain he's experiencing is incomparable to anything he's felt before. Will he ever be able to properly look after his granddaughter? Why do such terrible things happen to someone so good? He stands u

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end.