Eren Meets His Grandfather Novels & Stories

“You seem like a nice young man. You certainly understand the meaning of respect and I appreciate it. With that being said, I want to point out that we’re not in my kingdom. I’m on a little vacation from kingdom ruling. I’d be grateful if you’d push the fact that I’m a king into the back of your mind and just think of me as Missy’s grandfather. And, please, call me Ebenezer from now on. Do you think you can do that?” “Yes, sir, err, Ebenezer,” Kenton choked out. My grandfather slapped him, lightly, on the back and said in a jovial tone, “Good. Now, how about telling me your name?” Kenton offered him a broad and friendly smile. “It’s Kenton. Kenton Walters.” “Walters, eh?” my grandfa

She finally realized how much of a jerk he was. Eugene frowned after registering her words. “Do you have any misunderstandings about Sydney and me? By taking responsibility for her, I meant—” His words were interrupted by the sudden knocking on the door. Rue’s voice rang out. “Daddy, some people are here to look for you. They said Great-grandfather wants to meet you.” Eugene’s gaze faltered. His grandfather had sent his men to look for him? Fern pushed him away after hearing what Rue said. She laughed mockingly and said, “You’d better start thinking if your grandfather is calling you back to break your legs.”

"Aurora, Erik is the daughter of the councilor! So we are safe there. Besides, I won't go if you don't go." I sighed and took a deep breath. "Alright! I'll see you at the shed." "Alright! I'll tell Maribel too." At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went straight home. I caught up with my grandfather, who got water from the well. It's six o'clock for our dinner. Grandpa and grandma were talking while eating. "Grandma, I'm leaving later. It's Erik's birthday." "Erik? The son of Lando?" "Yes, grandma. At the Makipot resort. It's not dangerous there."

The city slid past, bright and dense with its evening noise. "She knew my father," Nancy said. "Mrs. Okonkwo's husband sits on three of the same boards my grandfather did. Their circles overlapped." He paused. "Emmanuel was respected. That was never in question." Nancy turned from the window to look at him. "Then what was in question?" It was asked quietly. Not with heat — with the measured patience of someone who has been holding the question a long time and has learned to carry it without spilling it.

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end.

I ask, and he gives me an almost sad grin. "You wanna ask me something....what," he says, and my tear-stained cheeks actually blush. I look down at my lap to find courage. "How old are you again," I whisper, and he shifts a little in his seat. "91," he answers flatly, and I quickly glance at him to gauge his mood. He seems almost embarrassed but not upset. "You didn't meet your grandfather," I ask quietly. "No, my fathers were well over a hundred before I was born. My grandparents were mortal. They died before my dads were even eighteen," Ethan explains, and I nod again awkwardly.

Copper Before I could say a word, Mr. Harmony stepped forward. He extended his hand. "Please, there's no need for that. Mr. Hardley, I assume? I am Copper's grandfather. Her mother would like to apologize for not being here as she was requested to work together." "Uh huh." Mr. Hardley gave his hand a stiff shake. "What about her step-father?" Betty snorted. When I glared in her direction, she turned away.

She was ready to throw some punches to finally walk down the aisle with the man she'd been in love with for eight long years. Soon, they were almost pushed down by Drake and Josh who crashed into them, gathering their hips and legs in a heartfelt hug. Eron picked both boys up on either sides of his body and Josh hit his arm, playfully pressing down on the muscled flesh in amazement of how strong his father actually was. "Are you going to tell all my friends that I have a daddy now? We'll all live in the same house this time, right?" Drake enquired. Eron looked down at Fremantle with the proudest expression he had ever put on.

When matters keep interesting on their own, he found out that his grandfather will have a meeting with the Antareses, Ethan's family. "Felt rewarding, Oneil? You didn't know who we are going to meet and yet, you're here," Grant has been observing him for the past few minutes and could notice a subtle spark upon his grandson's eyes. Indeed, Oneil heard a good news although he couldn't find out why. They are supposed to be Oneil's rivalry but he is rather glad. "As long as we're not done with our business deals with anyone that we should meet, I don't think this is rewarding as for this far." Oneil replied with great play of words.