Grandpa Characters Novels & Stories

"But Bianca hasn't approved you as her fiancé!" Betty sneered. Normally, when there were conflicts among family members, Grandpa's words would be final. However, this time, he had not spoken up. Instead, he was just gazing straight at the pumpkin soup specially made for him by Charlie, which was placed on an exquisite tray, emanating a sweet fragrance. In recent years, Grandpa had developed a greater love for sweets and joked that as he got older, he became more like a child. Charlie silently wiped the drool from Grandpa's mouth, thinking, "When Grandpa was in the hospital, Maddy always took care of Grandpa's meals. Now that Maddy has sat down at the table, should I take care of Grandpa's me

... 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.

He said shifting a little and I sat down "So grandpa" I started with a wide smile "I'm going to ask you a couple of questions" I added and he looked uneasy, really uneasy. His fingers twitched, he was looking downwards, his foot kept tapping the floor repeatedly and I frowned "Grandad are you okay?" I asked "I don't know anything!" He shouted "don't ask me" Okay? "I'm confused" I muttered "I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions about our family, nothing much, I just want us to have fun" I added, hoping it would ease the situation

Even though Grandpa was 75 years old, he was still able to walk without a walking stick and was still mischievous in nature. "Good morning, Mr. White," Doctor Amari Hanks smiled to us, as she was Grandpa's favorite doctor. Grandpa loved women to treat him, and she asked my grandpa, "How are you feeling today, Grandpa Charlie?" "Good," Grandpa replied shortly. I sat in silence, as my mind was still rather preoccupied with thoughts about that lady from the previous night.

Charlie apologized for his dick hardening while his granddaughter and her friend were bathing him, "Sorry girls, Little Chuckie has a mind of his own." "No worries, Grandpa," Sheila said, but she couldn't help staring at how huge her Grandfather's dick was. "Stud, I'm just impressed you can still get it up that well," Essence said, also admiring the big, fat, hard dick. "I'm not dead yet, missy," Charlie said, all soaped up. "Definitely not," Essence grinned, giving the old man a wink. Once they were done and they'd gotten him dressed, Sheila, remembering that her Grandpa was one of those unfortunates whose birthday was close to Christmas asked, "What do you want for your birthday, Grandpa?"

"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."

Something about him scratched at my memory. Adrian leaned close. “Some of your grandpa’s colleagues,” he whispered. “And one of my family. He’s only observing. I’ll introduce you later.” I arched a brow. “Your family? Which one?” He only smiled. Javier lounged against the buffet table, one hand in his pocket, watching us with that knowing look older brothers perfected. Grandpa moved to the center, his cane tapping the floor twice. “Alright,” he said. His voice filled the room without effort. “keep this short. Age is unkind to long speeches.”

Dad said, and I hated his cryptic ways. "So he is a clown?" I asked, and my father took a deep breath. "I can't tell you if he hasn't agreed to it... but you need to give him space," I agreed, and Mom rolled her eyes. "My father was not that grumpy..." Mom sighed, and I shrugged my shoulders. I have heard many stories about Grandpa Sebastian, the most prominent Beta the realm has had. Ralph is just as strong and fast as he is, but I have never heard of Grampa being grumpy or moody like Ralph.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie replied, “Grandpa, I tried to tell him. I - I really like Taylor, Grandpa. He is a great person…” Charlie was talking to her maternal grandfather, Charles Eros. Like her father, Charles was also a businessman. She told Charles about Taylor’s character. Of course, she highlighted all his good side. At the end of the call, she said, “Taylor, he - he wanted me to tell Dad, but I - I was a little afraid.”

Then both my grandfather and father came into my room as their forehead twisted at me. "Son, talk to your son, I just asked for a grandson but he shouted at me" she moaned as she hugged Daddy. I took a deep breath and looked at them. "Leyla, do our last wish baby... We want to see a little prince or a princess before we die" Grandpa started acting. This time I just scratched my forehead, why is everyone here at home good at acting? Grandma and Grandpa are stronger than Buffalo sometimes they hang out at the club even though they are old