Granny From Little Red Riding Hood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A voice came from behind him. “Oh, dear,” the person appeared in front of him, quick on her feet, gathering her skirt in her hands to keep the hem up, her white hair a little disheveled from the day’s work. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened as her concerned, elderly gaze fixed on the young woman in his arms. He didn’t want to stop walking, but Granny Vera, one hundred and three years old, could hardly keep up with him. He still went a few steps ahead before concern for Granny reached his brain, and he reluctantly stopped, but tension tightened in him.

as she came over to stand beside her grandmother. “ He’s dangerous… stay away from him! “ Granny snapped again, this time, trying to open her shirt. Raven stood up immediately and moved away from her grandmother’s reach. This was not the first time she had seen her acting this way, but she was never this aggressive. It was worrisome, to say the least. “ Who are you talking about Granny… who? “ Raven muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “ Him! He’s evil… he’s dangerous…” Her grandmother's eyes were wide with fear, and she seemed to be struggling to get her shirt off.

"I love you." There was a smile atop our faces and we stayed in silence only the sound of our breaths and the occasional rustling in the bushes, we would have stayed that way forever if not for the crunching sound behind us, in a haste we took up a protective stance, forgetting our clothing, we were barely covered up save from sparse clothing and the incoming darkness doing well to cover them. "Didn't I tell you not to leave the house girl?" Granny's voice floated into the clearing as she stood menacingly towering above us. "To come out on the witching hour alone and in the dark, just how much do you crave your death?"

Phoenix was speechless at what I said but he then nodded, and led me inside the mansion, and called out, "Fine, I'll call for her. Granny! Someone is looking for you!" I paused at that. Granny? Who is this person Phoenix calling? Just then, an old woman came out of the door of the mansion. She had black hair and chocolate brown eyes. She has soft but prominent features, much like Phoenix but except, she looks feminine and she has wrinkles on her face due to old age. "Why, my dear...Who is it?" Asked her gentle voice. Looking at me, she narrowed her eyes, then smiled warmly at me, suddenly recognizing me. "Sereia?"

The granny looks at her and smiles, “It is alright Genteel, I bet you no longer remember me, but we met years ago and it seems you still haven’t changed and how strange, you still dress the same!” Mukura looks confused, “Ummm, granny, you must have me confused with someone else!” “No, I remember you clearly unless you have forgotten because you were still too young. The great white witch who saved this village from the servants of the snake god!” “Granny, you must be confusing me with the Queen of the Enchanted Forest, Alabaster Weald, Genteel because I am wearing her clothing!” Her happy face slowly turns confused and demoralised, “Are you her daughter perhaps?” a little light shows on her

But an hour later, her driver pulled into our driveway,a black car with tinted windows. Granny stepped out slowly, regal as ever, wearing her purple suit, hair knotted in a smooth bun,and a cream coloured hand bag matching her shoes. I walked out to meet her.She didn’t hug me,just stared for a long time. “You look tired,” she said. “She’s getting closer,” I replied. “She’s always been close,” Granny said. “But this time, she’s losing the game. That makes her dangerous”. We sat in the living room. Granny refused tea, asked for wine instead.

She needs some alone time. 'Knock' I wore my flip-flops, pushed my hair backward, and turned the knob open. "Why are you here?" My eyes bulged in disbelief. "I need to remind you that where you stand belongs to me. So you're the stranger here." Granny was at the door and by her side had a blonde lady, pert nose, and big eyes with an oval face dressed in the maids uniform. "Forgive my manners. I was surprised to see you at the door."

Still, I washed up and dressed in a deep green gown, a color Granny liked on me then followed Lyra down the stone steps. The air smelled faintly of pine and firewood; morning light slanted through tall windows, painting the corridor gold. Granny Greta waited in the sunroom, her silver hair braided neatly over one shoulder. She smiled as soon as she saw me. “Darling!” she greeted warmly, arms open. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Good morning, Granny.” “You’re looking better today,” she said, patting my hand. “All healed up, I see.”

A culinary ritual needed to be performed to please my growling stomach, and that patient is one I do not have. With a sigh of disappointment, I grabbed the keg of milk from the refrigerator, the only liquid that is not water I could drink instantly. "That is evaporated and not good for your belly," Granny's voice emerged from the doorway. "Thank God," I exclaimed happily upon hearing her voice. I turned to her in smiles. Unlike the bodyguards, she is wearing an oversized nightgown which now, I prefer the petite pajamas of the bodyguards. Her gray hair is covered with a green satin bonnet that matched her nightgown. Granny looked hilariously cute, and I almost burst out laughing, but hunger t

Upon receiving the signal, I leaped to my feet. When I appeared outside the window, Grandma's eyes widened in shock. She was so startled that she forgot to scold me. With just one glance, I saw a sight that would haunt me forever: In the dark, unlit room, there was a massive baby's face—its skin a sickly, bluish-gray, and its features twisted and grotesque. At that moment, Holly had that ghastly thing firmly in her grasp. "Quick! Your blood!" Holly was pale and weak from blood loss, but she refused to let go.