Eren Meets His Grandfather Novels & Stories

He wanted to leave this place, ran out to find Erna at Pedrosa's residence and approached the woman to feel her embrace again. The warm hug from Erna, which made him feel that he was not the future head of the new Berthold family like what his grandfather had told him. Which he was always prepared by all members of his extended family––including his father and mother––who did not have the grace of the goddess Morrigan like he and his paternal grandfather had.

And he found those people inquiring about his grandson's marriage stupid. Very stupid. What right do they have to know about their family? They don't owe them any explanations. Instead of heading back to the garden, he called out for his driver. “Let's go to East City. I'll visit my great-grandson!” … Old Mister Eno waited outside Eon's school to pick him up. Even with his status as the richest man in the country, he humbly waited for his great-grandson. He enjoyed the joy of taking care of children now that he's of old age.

I coughed to hide my sniffle as I looked sideways. I let out a deep breath before turning back to Eren. "That’s why today... Eren. Baby, I need you to be extra good for Grandma Cordelia, alright? She... She is very sad. She will miss your Grandpa Ro. Can you try? Maybe just hold her hand so she doesn't feel alone?” He looked at me, his face becoming serious, an odd look on his childlike features. He nodded once. “Okay mommy. I'll hold her nice, I promise. I'll play with her so she won't feel sad like me. Like when Uncle Kael left.”

“never tell me what the fire is.” his jaw tightens so bad i hear it. “your father’s deal is messy. people watching. and you showing up here dressed like this—spotlight we don’t need.” i can’t help it: “people like the guy with the camera?” and boom. his eyes go cold. like ice water dumped down my spine. “drop it.” “no,” i say, shaking my head too fast. “stop treating me like i’m breakable. i’m not.” “you don’t get it,” he snaps, sharper now. “this chews people up. it doesn’t matter you’re his daughter. it doesn’t matter that—” he stops, teeth grinding.

“Are you sad that you can’t say it to mom?” Getting rid of his pout, Eric stared at him and said, “It’s not like that. Anyway, you came at the right time. I have things I need to ask you.” “What is it?” “When you were in your Grandparents’ house, did you meet some odd people?” When Eric said that, Eugene thought of three people. Haidee, Haidee’s father and then his uncle, Cyrus. But if they are relatives, Eugene believes that they cannot be considered as odd people.

The coffin of Gaius Julius Aquila. “Behren? That man? What is he doing here, Sophia?!” Ennoia shrieked, recoiling as if she’d seen a ghost. She spun toward me, her eyes wild. “And what does he have to do with the lot of you?!” Before I could even open my mouth, Uncle Eren smoothed his hair back and stepped directly into Ennoia’s personal space. “My dear, stunning Ennoia… it’s a family thing. We’re related,” he said, his voice dropping into a smooth, buttery baritone.

I'd met his gaze almost four times tonight and they didn't slide off me like they always did when he didn't know who I was or when he'd come for dinner at grandfather's so I was making some progress. Grandfather had retired for the night since his drugs required that he took a lot of rest and so it was just me, Enoch, Celine, Belshar, Kail, and their parents- Séda and Nessar- who looked like they were planning some sort of evil for the night.

He then walked closer to me and Kyla. "Milord Enzo Denver Weszchinitzyl." My grandfather smiled his greetings at me, and my jaw tightened. I nodded a little bit and smiled in the same distant way he did. It's a marvel that his physical appearance remains unchanged. He's a frozen image from two decades ago, the last time I saw him. How is that even possible? "Nonno. . ." I cleared my throat and finally hugged him. It was a quick one. "Dad, let's not forget that Enzo is a Mondragon," Mum corrected, her tone carrying the weight of unspoken history.

“Grandma, Grandpa, I’d like you both to meet the two most important people in my life. This is my animai, Jennifer, and our son, Eren.” “It’s very nice to meet you both,” Jennifer says affectionately. My grandparents stare at their great-grandson with wide tear-filled eyes, “You… you named him Eren?” Grandma chokes out. Jennifer nods, and lovingly caresses Eren’s head, “In honour of your daughter’s memory.” As my grandparents embrace each other, overwhelmed by emotions, I already know that this single gesture was enough to win them over on Jennifer, not that it was hard. She’s an impossible woman not to love.

Patricia asked Eren. "If he's back, he's back. What's the big deal?" Eren said disdainfully. "Hey, Eren, don't be so careless. His return is a big problem! When you were kids, your grandfather liked him more than he liked you! If you don't work harder, you'll be left behind!" Renault said with slightly raised eyebrows. Since Eren's poverty training ended and he returned to the Pearces, this was only the second time Renault had spoken to Eren.