Granny Real Story Novels & Stories

The woman morphed into Granny and that broke a dam of questions and a particular wonder that maybe the ghost was right. "Nadia?!" Granny was startled to find her little Nadia, in her room. But she hid her shock quickly and tried to make it seem like nothing had happened. "Are you sleepwalking--" she walked to her and Nadia staggered back. "Who are you?" Her voice trembled and the sparks in Granny's eyes died. It was all out in the open now. The only thing that could fix this was the truth. "Who are you?" Her lips trembled. Her grandmother wasn't a witch, she was a healer with herbs.

Scar’s words stun me like little bombs, and before I can even react to it, Granny’s voice suddenly cuts in: “Scarlett! You were late, and you owe me two presents now!” Scar is taken aback when Granny pulls her into her arms for a tight hug. Granny is known as “the Iron Lady”, but I know she has a soft spot in her heart. She only pretended that she was tough and ruthless because it was not easy for a woman to protect a huge empire left by her late husband with sharks swimming around her. Bur Scar can bring out the cute child in Granny, like magic.

Raven asked, surprised that her grandmother knew about that night. Granny sighed deeply, struggling to control her emotions. She felt the weight of the years on her body and the burden of a secret that she had kept for so long. She knew that she had to reveal it to Raven, her granddaughter. Granny gently climbed out of her bed and walked over to the window. She looked out, trying to gather her thoughts. “I didn’t know until Jansen visited few nights ago,” Granny said, her voice trembling. “I’m losing my memories, but before I do, I wanted to tell you everything. I’m sorry I kept this from you.”

She treated me horribly just so she could secure a big house for Uncle Daniel and his family and gather enough money for Ashton to buy a marital home. A potent mixture of anger and humiliation coursed through her. Grandma's chest tightened painfully. Her mouth fell open as she tried to call for help, but the only noises that came out were labored wheezes. A few seconds later, she lost all sensation in half of her body and crumpled to the floor. Grandma wasn't pretending this time. She was actually having a stroke. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth uncontrollably. A foul stench wafted from her pants.

Like the guy mentioned earlier, I don't want Mother Minda to haunt me too. "And she wanted me to share with you some story... that... she wasn't able to tell you herself. Because that day, Granny was really weak," the guy started to elaborate the story he had mentioned. “About that… Lucile.” My eyes started to squint. "What about her?" “Never mind...” He started a little too early. "Granny's story to me... because she told me everything, thinking that if she doesn't reach out to tell you the truth, I'll be the one to reveal it."

The old woman grinned embarrassedly and said, “Oh, this is all nonsense. What is Granny Wolf? I’m a well-behaved and decent person.” Bernard looked impatient and said in a loud voice, “If you’re not Granny Wolf, get out.” “Uh…” The old woman did not know what to say. Bernard glanced at the secretary, and the secretary immediately understood. The secretary took out a cheque and put it on the table. The cheque is worth one million dollars! “If you're Granny Wolf, then I’ll talk to you about this million-dollar business.” The old woman was shocked. She did not have a proper job, and she lived a very poor life. If she had one million dollars, she would not have to worry about money until she die

"Granny, the crepes!" ‎"Listen, I know you don't like me, but we can take things slow, alright? Get to know each other." ‎I turned to her with my eyes wide. "Adelle Sverea Samuelson." ‎"Ooh." From the kitchen, Granny Tess cooed, laughing afterwards. ‎"Did I do something wrong? Why should asking a guy out be a problem if they can do it too?" ‎Oh God, Buddha, this day couldn't take a worse turn than this, right?

Purple, who would not let it go ran after him. "Kids, stop running." Came Granny's feeble voice but they could barely hear her. "They are always on each other's necks." I commented with a giggle. I held her hands with fondness as I peered into her alluring eyes. She was beautifully dressed in a green dress made with fine silk. She was in her early eighties. She adjusted her eyeglasses and patted my head. "Son, remind me to tell you something after lunch today." I nodded in understanding, wondering what was wrong. My curiosity took the better part of me. "Is something wrong Granny? Do you need me to get you something?" I asked with worry.

Granny chuckled as she tapped the tip of my nose. "Where is Al?" I finally could move by myself as I sat up, leaning against the pillow mound. "Why did you lie to me about who you fell for?" The smile faded from Granny's face and I dodged her stare. "You...you know?!" I exclaimed, and my heart was pounding fast. "Only recently. Hard to not notice when you came back half-dead on the back of the huge silver rogue we met five years ago." Granny rolled her eyes, "So you broke the ONE rule I gave you. Thank God he's a gentleman and hasn't had sex with you--"

As soon as I entered the house my nose instantly picked the aroma of grilled chicken floating in the air. The delicious aroma had my mouth water fueling my hunger further. Ignoring my begging stomach, I walked further inside the house and headed to the kitchen. My eyes brightened in delight at the sight of Granny who was setting the utensils on the table. Granny is half-American, half-Italian with beautiful coffee eyes and tan skin. Her long brown hair was pulled into a tight bun. Even at the age of seventy-three, she looked breathtaking. She still maintains herself and it shows.