Grandma From The Lorax の小説・ストーリー

Thinking like this, she tried to put on a sweet smile and stepped forward to greet the angry-looking old woman, "Grandma, it's been a long time since we last met." "Who is your grandma? Don't call me that randomly; I won't accept it," the old woman said unyieldingly, pulling her grandson's hand to leave. "Grandma, can we talk about this at home? This is the main entrance of the Desmond Group, and everyone coming and going is related to the company. Continuing to cause trouble like this isn't very comfortable. So let's comfort Grandma and talk at home later." Kellan Lutz looked at Cherry Desmond with a remorseful smile and said, "Cherry, I'll take Grandma home first. I'll call you later."

Alexander assured her, his grip tightening on her hand. "You better," Grandma said with a huff, but her voice softened as she turned to Aria. "You, my dear, have been nothing but kind to me. Don’t worry about those snakes trying to bite at your heels." Aria smiled softly, her heart warming despite the tension in the room. "Thank you, Grandma. I promise I’ll take good care of you." "You’re already doing more than enough," Grandma replied, giving her a gentle pat on the hand. "Let them squabble all they want. The truth will come out eventually."

“What exactly was I carrying? It reeked of power.” Grandma didn’t answer right away; rather, she sat like an ancient queen with her long, black hair, braided to the side, and bits of gray in it. She was busy picking her teeth with a carved bone pick, like this was a lazy evening after dinner, instead of my personal meltdown. Which she caused. Finally, she gave this low, rattling chuckle, like dry leaves tumbling down the sidewalk on a windy day. “Oh, my darling little firefly,” she rasped, her voice somehow both older yet young and teasing, crackling with mischief. “You think the world would entrust you with something truly dangerous? No, no. What you carried…”

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.

There, beneath its bowing limbs, sat Elara and Grandma. Grandma looked up first. And smiled. A slow, deep, knowing smile that reached the fine lines around her eyes. “There you are, child,” she said, her voice warm like worn wool. “Come. Sit. The porridge is just right.” Steam coiled from the clay pot beside her, scented with moonroot and wild grain. Elara stirred it slowly with a wooden spoon, her movements precise. Clockwise. Three turns. Then she offered the spoon to Grandma, who held it in both hands and whispered something soft, an old tongue that didn’t need translation.

Audrey's heart took a thump as Rex stood in her defence. “ Grandma, this is my office. My company and you can't just-” " Shut up, you brat! This is the Theodore’s blood and sweat. I have every right to the company as much as you do,” Grandma Clarissa boomed angrily. Rex knew it was fruitless arguing with his grandma, so he asked her instead. “ What are you doing? What do you want?” “Fire her and I’ll find peace.” Grandma Clarissa declares without effort, earning a giggle from Rex himself.

The dead ones always used to visit her in her dreams and used to say such peculiar things which one could not even imagine or believe in real life. Grandma was still serious, when her laughter subsided she kissed her grandmother’s cheek. “But grandma, once I was talking to you about werewolves and you said … there are No werewolves.” Hazel tried to mimic her grandma. Grandma smiled at that. Leaning forward she brought her lips to Hazel’s ear, her warm breath fanning her cheek causing the hair at her nape to stand. She whispered gently, “Guess what Hazel.” And then her smile broadened. “I lied!”

“You’re just worried about something. I’m sure they’re dead. Those mysterious werewolves may have Masters you don’t know their identity.” “Thod, I’d be crazy if I thought this way. However, are you sure that Grandma will punish her grandson like that? Uncle Woody is Grandma’s first son,” I mumbled. Thod was horrified and nodded in understanding. “I know. Grandma is a person who never breaks promises. She is an old Lady of discipline for regulations. I don’t think it’s possible for her to lie to the public to save Boy.” I clucked and tried to think positively. Thod probably right, I think that way because I’m worried about something.

Grandma's voice fills with excitement as she exclaims, "Oh, my precious little one, congratulations! I am bursting with pride for you, my dear, for taking this enormous leap forward, even if it was only in your wolf form. Deep down, I always believed in your abilities, and now you have proven it to yourself too. Remember, my love, to embrace this journey with patience and unwavering dedication. Take your time and don't rush yourself, for this transformation requires both. Soon enough, you will be ready to connect with Marcellus in your human form as well. Your progress is remarkable, and I want you to know that I will always be here, standing by your side, offering my unwavering support and

"I'll listen to my mother." Then Liora looked at Greta. "Grandaunt Greta, Grandma asked you guys not to worry about her because she's doing very well." Greta failed to hold back her tears again. Collapsing on the armchair, she buried her head and cried piteously. Watching them, Liora sighed melancholily, but she didn't know why. Tyler looked at Liora. "Was that all?" Liora dwelled on it briefly and said proudly, "Grandma called me dear!"