Disney Grandmas Novels & Stories

I need to speak to my girl. On the third ring, her cheerful voice filled the line: "Mummy!" I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. "Mummy, Grandma took me to Disneyland Resort!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious. I felt a twinge of regret for missing it, but her joy was contagious. As we chatted, her curiosity and eagerness to connect with me were palpable. "Lexi Where's Grandma? I asked her, surprised that she could answer the phone without an adult around.

I felt a sudden sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Not only had Kathleen been humiliated by having to be introduced as Hayley’s ‘nanny’…but now, she was going to hear this news and the misunderstandings would spread even more. I needed to find a way to stop this madness. And soon. But to do that, I needed to have a chat with Savannah about some very important matters. I needed to slip away with her so we could talk, away from the elders. But… “Grandma! Grandpapa!”

At home, Grandma had the maids all gathered for a meeting, and anytime we maybe have a gathering or not, Grandma goes ballistic, to the point mom had to interfere and that ends in ended right. Grandma might be more than a hundred years she's got a lot of spirits, I wonder; what Plans do my mom and grandma have for nothing bake-off? I get to my bedroom to change out of my college attire and into the bake-off clothes or maybe a costume, my mother had the seamstress make for her not-so-perfect family. And yes, Mrs. Tori Grant, mom's seamstress isn't human, she's more like a werewolf, I think?....

My stomach has been begging for something whipped up by her. "Are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" "No, no, I just need you to hear this." I bite into a sandwich and glance up at her, not knowing what she is going to say. Quickly, I swallow. "Is it bad? Is something wrong?" Grandmother sits back and clasps her hands together, resting them on her lap. "It is about the moon goddess." "What—what about her?" I shakily set the rest of my sandwich down and focus entirely on my grandmother's next words.

Gerald's more straightforward version, the oma version, mine must be different. I'm confused, what grandmothers like. I never buy for older people like oma, who is still healthy and fresh. Grandma does not look at all as an oma because she is very fresh and lively healthy. Although soon, she has a great-grandson. Oma will be a great granny.

Mandy smiled, she was glad her Grandma listened to her advice. “ That reminds me, did Daddy come here?” She asked and Grandma raised a brow. “ I don’t know, I wasn’t at home” She called her maid. “ You called” The maid said and Grandma nodded her head. “ Did Her Daddy come?” She asked her. “ Oh yes he came, I’m sorry I forgot” She said scratching her head. “ You see What I’m dealing with in the house?” Grandma sighed. “ Sorry grandma, that’s What I was also dealing with. That’s why I fired that girl and hired Mona, Mona is a kind girl and I like her.” Grandma sighed She looked at her maid and shook her head.

Her only daughter who was a divorcee and the mother of Mia and Usher had left to oversee where she remarried 12 years ago, she hardly returns, but her kids visit her over there, once in a while. The Simpsons are prominent figures in Ventura, owning manufacturing companies across various factors, including the one Olivia managed in LA, the family was also dedicated to humanitarian causes through the Hope Foundation for the Less Privileged founded by Grandma May. The Simpsons also owned a serenity estate managed by Mr. Davis Simpson. A respected real estate known for creating beautiful homes and vacation retreats. Grandma May's mind darted back to the disturbing post Mia had shown her a few da

"Don't you even think about laying a finger on my precious granddaughter!" An elderly woman with white hair stormed in, leaning on her cane. She was the true power behind the Holmes family—my grandmother, Madam Holmes.

She quickly straightened her back and smiled innocently as Killian entered the room, glancing suspiciously at the boys. “What are you plotting now?” he asked. “Nothing at all, dear,” Grandma replied smoothly, sipping her tea. “Just… quality family bonding.” The quadruplets smiled way too wide. “It's time to go home. I'll drop you off.” He said. Grandma smiled and stood up with her cane. The quadruplets hugged her at once. “I'll miss my four great grandsons.” She said, patting their little heads. “Where's Daniela? Call her over quickly.”

I found my grandfather sitting with my grandmother now beside him, a cup of tea already in her hand. “Grand-mère, you’re back early,” I said as I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Don’t get me started,” she said immediately, already sounding offended. “Cassandra Blackwood suggested a Vegas theme for next month’s charity gala. Vegas, Elara. A gambling night. Honestly, the woman has absolutely no class.” She continued ranting while my grandfather tried very unsuccessfully to hide his amusement behind his teacup. And somehow, today, I didn’t even mind listening to her complaints.