Grandma Rosiepuff Novels & Stories

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

An old lady soon knelt before her, taking her in her arms and whispering words of comfort to her ears. They took her to their cottage to nurse her injuries and the grandma, who she learned was named Rose, washed and repaired her dress. She wasn't badly hurt but the trauma was severe so grandma took her to her lap, and read fun stories to keep her head off the bad event. Grandma Rose taught her how to bake cookies while Grandpa Oscar taught her how to defend herself. She was really having fun with the nice old couple but soon enough the racing footsteps of her mother's destrier were heard approaching.

"She did. She is somewhat forcing my presence to be there." Anthony tried to hide his smile. He for one, was really glad to hear that Rosie would be there. "For what it's worth, Aatalo cooks some mean mashed potatoes." Rosie exhaled a small chuckle. "My favourite." "Really?" Anthony quirked an eyebrow, peering down at her from the corner of his eye. "I know you prefer cereal in the mornings but that's about all." A small smile played on Rosie's lips, one she couldn't help. She hated how easy things felt with Anthony, she hated how comfortable she felt with him. "I like... blueberries?"

I laughed “Oh goodness child!” She laughed “My name is Rose, I am the packhouse cook. Please let me know if you need anything at all!” Rose was a plump and petite woman; her hair was probably just as large as she. The grey curl she had going on was impressive. She looked to be in her 70s but still had a lot of life to her. She gave off the impression, that you still didn’t want to mess around with her or you will get it. She reminded me of my grandma.

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

She had mentioned before that they had arrived. Upon entering we were immediately greeted by a lady who I think is 40 above. She is not the one I expected with elegant dress. It is simple to see often in provincial people. Grandma was wearing the same. "Mother Rosy." We 'mano' one by one to her. Smiling he invited us to the dinner table. "Sit down kids," he said. "Just get there. It's good that you got there." "Thank you," we answered at once.

Rose smiles, and without even hesitating for a moment, she walks into her arms. "Rose mommymama." She cutely giggles. Artemis closes her eyes and holds her tightly before she stands up while carrying her. Atlas steps forward and smiles at Rose, "And I am your Grandpa, little wolf." "Cookie?" Rose extends her cookie to him. I watch as Atlas's face softens, his expression shifting from that of a fierce Alpha to a grandfather completely captivated. He looks almost boyish, the way his eyes light up when Rose holds out her precious cookie.

"If I’m being aggressive, that’s my business. Grandpa hasn’t said anything, so it’s not your place to lecture me, is it?" Rosie shot her a resentful look, trying to maintain his composure, and fell silent. Meanwhile, Mr. Whitmore’s eyes sparkled with delight; this was the first time Aurora had called him Grandpa since she returned home.

"I'm here to see you, too, Grandma." Grandma had been cured of her illness back then, but she'd passed away due to old age shortly after my birth. I'd never met her before, but I still kept the clothes and gifts she'd prepared for me before my birth. Mom and I headed home after that. Uncle Brad and Aunt Stacy had already prepared rooms for us. Mom's was decorated just the way she liked it, and her favorite roses were everywhere in the house. Joseph's son, Connor Fisher, even gave us two bouquets. "These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie."

"It's fate that brings you closer to us, dear." Rosy held Cassandra's palm tightly. "What do you mean, Grandma?" Cassandra looked confused. "Forget it." Rosy's face looked so happy and pretended she never said anything to Cassandra before. "Anyway I feel so tired right now." "Grandma, are you alright?" Eric was so scared if his grandma would get tired that it caused her health. "I'm fine, Eric baby. I wanna go home, I feel tired right now"