Grandpa Characters Novels & Stories

No need to hit on that topic again today. Grandpa comes into the room wearing a red button up shirt and black dress pants. “Well, don't we all look festive.” He comments. He moves over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “You look beautiful, girl.” He smiles at the kids. “So, you finally replaced our old ragamuffins with a group of handsome kids. I might miss the little hellions but these are more presentable, by far.” “Grandpa, it's us!” Val exclaims.

Taran) “Why are you that shock, young man?….to those idiots…we the common people were expandable to them…and see…this is the prove of it all…but never have I ever thought that I learned such facts for the leader of other nation…”.(Old Grandpa) “Sob~…huhuhuh~…my son~!…”.(Old Grandma)

He said. “Is that a bad thing?” Rico questioned. “No. Defintiely not. Mighty fine warrior, that one. Just bloody annoying. And I don’t know if I can cope with three of him.” Grandpa said as he slipped from the car, while Rico and Sergio laughed. They know they have wound Grandpa up having barely been here five minutes, and will no doubt be updating Dad as soon as they can.

Then, recovering: "I thought I recognized you from you almost fell in the hallway earlier. My mistake." "Oh, that was you." I tilted my head slightly. "I didn't recognize you." I extended my hand. "Nice to meet you." He took it. His grip was warm and he held it one beat longer than a handshake required. "Finally," Grandpa said with the manufactured delight of a man who had arranged every element of this moment. "I'll leave you young people. I have his father to speak to." He was already turning, already gone, with the smoothness of a man who had been engineering exits for decades.

I murmur, elbowing him lightly, but there’s no bite in my words. Ryder recovers quickly, masking his emotions with his usual stoic expression as we step fully into the group. And then, of course, there’s Uncle Silas—glaring as usual. Honestly, if glaring was a full-time job, this man would be CEO. No wonder he looks older than his actual age—seems like all he does is glare and frown. Grandpa, on the other hand, is radiating excitement. “Ah, there’s my favorite girl,” he chirps, and the warmth in his tone makes my chest ache in the best way.

an old woman next to Grave spoke. "But grandma! They're not guests. They are trespassers! We didn't allow them to come to our territory!" Grave objection. "I already said it, Grave. Don't make me repeat it." said the old woman which made Grave throw a fit and walkout. "I apologize for the behavior shown to you by my grandson. I am Mildred and that disrespectful child is my grandson, Grave. He has been leading our town since the death of his father who is my son. Sandro. I'm the only family that he has because his mother also died along with his father. So please forgive my grandson's behavior," said grandma Mildred.

grandpa said in a gruff voice with no signs of happiness on his face. I had never seen the old man smile in my life. He had a balding hairline and light brown eyes that always study the tiny details of the room. Grandpa hated changes and maybe that's why he was still wearing his plaid shirt. "Thank you, grandpa," I gave a tight smile. "Be nice," Faith whispered in my ear. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, "I am always nice, people around me are the problem." Instead of saying anything, she gave me a hard look, resembling mom, the only difference was that she had dad's grey eyes.

All around were gardens filled with rare and exotic herbs, each plant meticulously cared for. Underneath the tree, an old man sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep meditation. Despite his age, his aura was formidable, his presence commanding respect and awe. Though silvered with age, his hair was still thick and neatly tied back. His posture was straight, and even in his meditative state, there was an air of power about him. That old man was her Grandfather, Rowan Kirk; the current Patriarch of the Kirk Family.

maybe meeting him, which is the last thing I want to happen. Shit, God, don't tease me like this. I can't made up my mind. And Marvel interrupted me. "Mommy, is Grandpa sick? We are going to take care of him, right, Mommy?" I was stuck on this. "Do you want to meet him? I have to tell you, grandpa is not an easy person to get along with. Or I should say, very difficult to get along with." "But he needs us, doesn't he?" Marvel blinked his big eyes, which were still covered with tears, and looked at me innocently. There it was again. That strange wisdom in his eyes, like he carried something older than his years.

Grandpa said with pride, and it felt as if he meant every word more than it sounded. "We are not going to let them kill you that easily. We are going to provide you with anything you need." Dad placed his hand over my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. If there is one thing that my grandpa is good at, it is his talent for bargaining. He always gets what he wants by bribing people with their greatest desires, but not me. I will never falter, no matter what he offers me. As of now, I don't care if he gave me all of his money, cars, properties, and trips around the world. I will never be part of any illegal activity, put my life in danger, or join his organization.