Grandma Rosiepuff Novels & Stories

“Grandma, you’re as smart as ever.” Rosie was speechless. She thought. “You brat, you really came for a reason!” She suddenly felt annoyed! She rolled her eyes at him and turned her head away. She did not want to talk to him anymore. The smirk on Michael’s lips seemed to deepen as he leaned in slightly toward Rosie. Looking at her, he said, “Grandma, I need your help with something, and it’s something you’ll be very willing to do.” Rosie gawked at him. “Are you serious? You want me to do something for you, and I’d be very willing to do so?”

The smell of coffee wafted up to her, she could really use one to ease the tension. “Rosalie,” A voice called out to her. Rosalie's head whipped around to find the owner of the voice before her eyes fell on a plump older women. She came waddling over to her and embraced the young girl. Rosalie stood frozen unsure what to do. “Oh dear me, look at you girl. Such a beauty. Your grandma sure could talk about you, but to see you in person is just so much better. She sure left out how skinny you are, however. No matter, Mama Chika will make sure them curves are plumped.”

By the time we got home, the packhouse was full of people and bustle. We woke Rosie, and she walked by my side sleepily, but she forgot it all the moment we stepped inside. “Granny” she screamed happily and ran to a small, white-haired woman, hugging her tight. She was Abigail, Noah’s mom, and the only grandparent Rosie ever had. They simply adored each other.

I smiled to myself and cleared my throat to get her attention and not spook her. “Oh, little Rosie, I didn’t know you were already at home. I’m starting to prepare dinner. It might take a while though,” she said kindly, turning to me. Ruby was the clear image of what a caring, gentle grandmother would look like. That’s how I considered her anyway. She had gray hair, kind hazel eyes, and a small stature. But her heart was so big that I sometimes wondered how it was possible for someone so tiny to carry such grandiosity inside.

No Aunt Whyla I mean Grandma" Roose said hesitatingly. Like a son like a Grandma. Dominant nature have inherited in their blood Roose thinks in her mind. "You know what Roose Whenever you call me aunt, I feel as if we do not know each other. Now you are my Chris's girlfriend, and you become also my cutie pie so you only call me grandma or you call me with my Name. I don't mind after all I'm only some years younger than you and someone said that age is only a number. So its uptown you what you decide" She said and held Roose hand Now both of them sharing a warm smile. Roose nodded her head and said "You are my loving lady How can I call you with your name so from today I call you Grandma."

I had never had such a grand feast. "The braised ribs are delicious, Mom! Serve some to your grandmother, Ash." "Eat more, Grandma. The crabs arrived this morning. They're very fresh!" Grandma, who was supposed to be suffering from dementia, sat steadily at the head of the dining table. She was holding a juicy crab leg, and her lips were covered in grease. Uncle Daniel peeled crab for her while my aunt, Molly Franklin, piled the crab meat on her plate. Meanwhile, Ashton was scrolling through his phone while chewing on a braised rib.

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

"Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you." Her hair was deliberately taken care of, giving a gust of fragrance, smothering Jeffrey to turn his head. He recalled my messy hair sweating as I worked in the garden. I held a hoe almost as tall as myself every day and wore wide overalls. When I saw him coming, I stood up and laughed. I was just like a kangaroo. He had seen what a real flower girl was like, which was why he was disgusted by Joanna now. Thinking of this, Jeffrey frowned in disgust and pushed away the neatly dressed Joanna.

I typed a response on my phone and showed it to Rosie. I'll be here for a while. We can make pancakes lots of Sundays. “Good,” Rosie said, satisfied with that answer in the way kids were satisfied when adults gave them something concrete to hold onto. “Because you make the best pancake shapes.” After breakfast, which involved Rosie eating way too much syrup and getting it on her shirt, she grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward her room. “Can we play dress-up? Please? I want to show you my new princess costume that Grandma sent for my birthday.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.