Dang It Grandpa Novels & Stories

Grant's eyes narrowed, a storm of emotions brewing behind them. It took a moment before he finally spoke. "Grandpa!" "I can't accept that title, kid. I'm no grandpa of yours. I have nothing to do with the Andersons, so let's skip the formalities."

Diana even threw herself at Grandpa Dave pretentiously and grabbed his arm, saying, "Grandpa, it's all my fault. Don't leave. This is your home. If it makes you feel better, I'll leave!" "Don't touch me!" Grandpa Dave looked disgusted as he swung Diana's hand away. But while he did that, he lost balance and fell hard onto the ground. Suddenly, he could not stand back up and was looking like he was in immense pain. He had hurt his back.

So, Daniel said, " grandpa, she is not...." Grandpa glared at daniel and said, " did I ask you to explain for her." Daniel didn't say anything more cause he knew if he continued grandpa will be angrier and that will be bad for his health. Grandpa looked at and said, " speak." Anna then said in shuttering tone " I am __ not in a relationship with him, --he just took my name as someone else and announced.." After listening to what anna said tough face of grandpa gradually softened and said " what you said is true? "

"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."

He whisper. "He'd just a little chance Xander,he was so close,we could've lost two people today because of your foolishness"Grandpa mack yell. "I didn't mean to do all this,I just wanted to shut him up"

I make it to the toilet just in time, throwing up the contents of my stomach until there is nothing else. Leaning up against the side of the bathtub, I see Grandma Grace looking at me with a very concerned look on her face. “What the fuck was that?” I ask as I see Gramps walking behind her cocking a shotgun. Pointing at Gramps, I yell, “What the fuck is that?” Grandma turns and see Gramps pulling on his coat by the front door and grabbing his keys. “Oh no you don’t, Young Man.”

my granddad's voice says, coming out of nowhere, and I snap my head up. Dizziness hits me like a sledgehammer, and the world turns as I try to focus on the two towering figures. "Jesus, you look worse than your father does," granddad mumbles, and I groan before laying flat again. "Leave me alone," I groan, and Granddad chuckles. "Not a chance, get your stupid butt up," Granddad orders while kicking my shoe with his.

One was a tall old man in slip-on shoes, smiling warmly. The other was a little girl with two pigtails, holding the old man’s hand. Under the drawing, four big words were written in crooked handwriting. “Grandpa is the best!” I stared at those words for a long time. My eyes stung a little, but the corners of my mouth kept rising. I crouched down and picked Nina up. “Come on. Grandpa will take you to get a caramel apple.” “Yay!” Nina leaned against my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck, and smiled like a little sun.

Dada tilted his head and said with fake seriousness, “Do not forget, you married into this madness.” Papa raised his hands. “I regret nothing.” Grandma Hale shook her head, laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. “You people are impossible.” Grandpa Fisher, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke up. “Even though you are all annoying,” he said calmly, “I love this scene regardless.” That made everyone laugh again. I stood there watching them, my little brother still asleep in my arms, and my smile grew wider without me even trying.

He was a man of few words, yet he kept piling meat onto my plate. "Finish your meal and wash the dishes," he said. "There are no dishwashers in the countryside." Before he finished speaking, I rose to wash the bowls. Grandpa snorted with a proud little huff. "The road ahead is long. Today isn't the real hard part — if you've chosen to stay with me, there'll be plenty more hardship to come."