Blue Bloods Grandpa Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

"Grandpa? Where are you?" That's when I heard crying coming from his study. I followed the sound, and... God, I'll never forget what I saw. Never. My grandfather, the man who raised me after my parents died, who taught me how to ride a bike, who helped me go through tough times in life was lying on his fancy rug. There was so much blood. Too much blood. And there was Eva, standing over him, covered in it. For a second, I couldn't breathe. You know in movies when they show someone getting punched and everything goes slow motion? It felt like that, but a million times worse.

“Did those spirits take what was left of your soul? Nah… you don’t have one of those, I suppose. Did they finally take you on a trip to hell where you belong, grandpa?” Brian just blinked at his grandson as if he didn’t even understand what the man just said, or he didn’t care. Then he turned his head and stared at Babe. He gasped when he saw her blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He stood up slowly and began to back away from her. He didn’t stop until he got to the wall and couldn’t go any further. No one said a word for a long moment, as they all stared at him. His face had paled and his wide eyes were glued to Babe. He looked damn near terrified.

“Liana, I just remembered that black Rolls-Royce is actually mine. It’s been sitting in the garage so long, I forgot all about it… The color is just too ugly. No wonder I couldn’t remember it.” I chuckled helplessly and was about to speak, but Preston beat me to it. Frowning, he gave Grandpa a once-over and asked irritably, “Who in the world are you, old man?” Ernest stared at Preston in shock, as if he could not believe what he had just heard. Meanwhile, George had gone deathly pale. He was mumbling nonstop, “It’s over… We’re doomed…” Grandpa kept his face impassive. “You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?”

I shouldn’t underestimate grandpa — after all, he’s the former Mafia King of the Blue Dragon Squad! I’m at a disadvantage here. Grandpa's really good. Even though he’s old, he still fights like an action star! "Are you nervous, my little princess?" He asked with a smile. Of course I am! "A little bit, hehe," I answered nervously. "Then, let's begin. Focus and observe your enemy!" Grandpa said coldly and pulled out two small knives. He’s really gonna kill me! "Wait, Grandpa! Are you serious? Knives, really?" I asked, unable to believe it.

I mused, because it would make killing him more pleasurable. “Filip gave me something better,” Nico walked in, holding Matt’s bloodied shirt. “You two will need to make up after all of this is over.” My grandfather said. “That was nothing. He is a bleeder and weak. Noone in our family bleeds easily like him,” “Sandra had a bad nosebleed once,” he said, smiling. I ignored his smile. “If you are done. I need to have my house back and work on finding my son.”

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

THEON “I had no idea you’d be coming back home today,” I said to Grandpa, a smile in place as I trudged even further into the living room where he was perched on the sofa with a glass of something that looked suspiciously like scotch in hand. “And what are you drinking?” He tipped the glass in my direction and turned the rest of its contest into his mouth. “Just some apple juice. And I got tired of being restricted to a bed all the time.”

I got a bad look from Grandpa when our eyes met. "You're not in a hospital to address your mother like that, Gia," Grandfather said in a tone a matter of fact. "It's not," I said but Grandpa just raised an eyebrow at me and his eyes looked questioning, "but you send me to this island to help people and that's my work, Grandpa. I'm with Dr. McKenna and I should address her like that because she's one of my workmates.” "Gia Blythe." From his tone, I knew that Grandpa was no longer happy with what I was saying.

Logan When I came to my senses, I was looking up at my grandfather. His blue eyes are dark and full of disappointment. "What happened?" I mumbled. "You passed our right after doing the job. How are you supposed to take over my empire one day if you pass out at a sight of a little blood?" he barked. A little blood? He must be joking. I look down at my chest as it feels wet and sticky. Just as I thought, it was covered in blood. Grandpa and his men don't seem phased by it, but I am thoroughly grossed out.