Eren Meets His Grandfather Novels & Stories

Instead, he stood to his feet and returned his signature Overlord Alpha look to his face before walking towards the door and disappearing behind it. What does he think he’s doing? That’s not how you say ‘see you later’ to your son’s girlfriend. Walking towards the table, I placed the glass on the tray amongst the rest of the untouched food that Brittney had brought in earlier before returning to lie down on the bed. My head was a mess, there were a million thoughts running through it all at once. Thoughts like how do I face Eren now after what happened between his father and I?

“Nice to meet you, Ethan! My name is Maximus Palmer, and I’m your granduncle,” Maximus said warmly. Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise. He turned to his grandfather and asked, “Grandpa Peter, is he another grandpa?” Peter crouched down to meet his grandson’s gaze and said gently, “Ethan, little one, he’s my brother. We’ve only just reconnected.” “Wow! Nice to meet you, Granduncle!” Ethan exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Leaning forward, he took a lock of her hair and rubbed it gently between his thumb and index, “The little things that makes you you…” Sara’s face immediately turned into a bright shade at his words and voice, the way he said it, lower than his previous sentence, closer, huskier, coughing a couple of times, she stood up, avoiding his gaze. “It is late, I better get going before father comes back…”, at her trembling words, Eren smiled warmly at her, his eyes looking clearer in the sun, standing up he stood in in front of her, towering her with his height. “Alright, as long as you promise me to meet again, tomorrow...”

"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."

"I hired a top-tier mercenary group with serious money. Even Interpol can't touch them. Those old men of yours are probably still running around on the streets, looking for you right now!" Leonard pulled out my phone and video-called Grandpa Eddie. Then, Grandpa Eddie's anxious face appeared on the screen. When he saw me hanging in midair, covered in blood, he cried out in shock, "Eli! Where are you?" Leonard grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face toward the camera. "Hey, take a good look, old man! Your grandson's in my hands!" Leonard laughed like a maniac and waved the branding iron in front of the lens. "Fought pretty well, didn't you? And hacking into our network was a walk in the par

But their grandfather loved their grandmother dearly—he wouldn’t take a second wife. Ethan kept circling his thumb along Aria's naked spine as he thought of possible explanations. He tried pushing the thoughts away. Their grandfather had been discreet. He was sure Eugene had been taking care of their grandfather. So he had to talk to Eugene. He didn’t even know where his grandpa lived here in Ireland. "Are you okay?" Aria asked as she put her hand on his thigh. "Hmm." He smiled at her. "What else do you want to buy?"

"You're taking her side too, Grandpa! That's not fair. This Young Master will not rest until he seeks justice for himself. Bah! I'm out of here." As Matt stormed off, peace descended on the table. "As for you, Old Man." Ethan's grandfather picked up a chess piece. "I'll make you lose ten rounds for bullying my grandson. I'm only having mercy on you because your granddaughter will make me happy soon." "Bring it on, Old Man." The old men became engrossed in their game and Eve could feel her sisters' excited gazes on her as well as her Dad's. "Big Sis, are you expecting a baby?"

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

Those moments of being thoroughly claimed, thoroughly possessed, thoroughly his. And I didn’t want to be anywhere else. The plane lifted off smoothly, Milan disappearing below us. Enzo finished his call, set his phone aside, his attention shifting to me completely. “Come here.” I stood, moved to sit beside him instead of across. His arm came around me immediately, pulling me close. “You nervous? About meeting my grandfather?” “Should I be?” “He’s old school. Traditional. Believes in family, honor, the old ways.” His hand traced patterns on my thigh. “But he’ll like you.”

This time, I would be legally eligible as per Grandpa’s terms and conditions. I walked into the hall in search of my wife. The party was over for us, and it was time to leave. But where was Anacá? “Oh, there you are, Eros.” I froze at hearing my uncle Enriquez’s voice as he approached me. With most of the guests having left, it was impossible to avoid him. I turned to face him, watching his beady eyes sparkle at some newfound idea. “So what are your plans about Emerald? I’m sure Homer hasn’t approved of your choice yet. It’s unlikely that he will accept Anacá into our family.” He chuckled as if he had caught me red-handed, bang on target.