Granny Real Story Novels & Stories

Granny asked anxiously. She hadn't seen her grandson for a while and she was so anxious and excited to see him. She didn't know why it was Nathan who came out. She didn't want to see him! Hmmph! Nathan could read the disdain in Granny Fanny's eyes, and he could only smile helplessly. This old woman still didn't like him but he could understand and also try to win her heart. “Granny, Evans is in the car.” Nathan spoke, “But, he—”

She said, instinctively grabbing his shoulders so that he didn't trip. "Oh, my!" the old man said when he recovered from the shock with a small shaky smile. Grace released his shoulders and pushed back away from him. It wasn't until he was completely up that she realized he had been holding a nylon full of oranges and they were now scattered on the floor along the curb.

The music started and I entered with Granny who was wearing a white simple lace dress, taking slow steps. Instead of holding a stick, she was holding my hand. Yes. I was giving away my granny to Steward Garner. When Ashley decided to spend money on her two ideas. The first one was The Leigh Walters facility and the second was to get Granny and Steward married. Both elderly people were initially not agreeing to it. But I never knew that my wife could be this stubborn. According to her, granny took care of a boy, long enough who was not even related to her by blood. It was high time that she gets her fair share of happiness.

I replied. “Not all. This story… I… I know it personally.” She said, and I turned to her. “What do you mean by you know it personally?” I asked, and she gave a sigh, then she turned around, walking towards the door of my car. “This Granny has weak knees. She's no longer useful, so she'd love to sit.” She said, and I immediately went to open the door for her. She didn't look happy, and I could guess she really knew the people involved in the story personally.

She argued with her frail voice. "What do you want from me? Report me to the police for being mentally unstable? Or for probably attempting to murder my unborn child?!" I raised my voice at the elderly woman who, from her physical appearance, was old enough to have me as a grandchild. "Since you are so eager," Granny West paused, "I will tell you the reason why I brought you to my house after taking you to the hospital." My heart softened at her sincerity, which made me calm myself for her to speak.

Father advice Granny. "But I have made so many stories about her past. You know all. I am innocent. I have to hide everything for her well being. She was not in the condition to bear the reality". Granny said in a sad tone. << Flashback>> In a dark and thundering night. Granny was alone in her small cottage. She was weaving some clothes on her weaving machine. Under the light bulb, she was struggling with the ties of wool and masterly weaving cloths. Suddenly, the loud thunder shivers her soul. It started to rain with the loud breeze. The sound of storms has created a scary environment.

Only my granny could manage that. Granny’s real name is Ana. I’m not kidding. She married into the name, and she kept it after her husband met an untimely end, thanks to a maniacal crime boss. He might have fallen in with the wrong people, and they did him down. Granny wasn’t going to stand for that. She vowed revenge, and at sixty one, with no family of her own, no children or grandchildren, and newly widowed, she enrolled herself with her husband’s meager life insurance money back into college. She took computer science. My god, did she take the shit out of computer science. Granted that the internet was just in its infancy, but computers had been around for a long time, and learning the b

“No Grandma, Sebastian wouldn’t push me away. He would want me to be there for him, just like he was for me.” “You were in the hospital? Why?” A faint crackle came from the oven as the cinnamon rolls baked to golden perfection just before it beeped, signalling the rolls were ready. “Yes Granny, I once twisted my ankle,” Heira said, hiding the truth from her. The main reason she landed in the hospital that day was because of her arrhythmia but she wasn’t going to bother her with that news. “Ohh, sorry my dear” Granny Mae said with all sympathy. She slipped on her oven mitts and carefully lifted the tray out. “You know, if this gives you so much concern, maybe my grandson could help.”

She asked, setting down her mug. "This might sound like a terrible lie, but I can't recall anything about myself other than the fact that my name is Eiran Richards and I like my chocolate without milk." I replied, massaging my temples. "Well, my name is Theresa Morgan, but you can call me Granny." She smiled. "As for your memory, what's the last thing you remember?" "Waking up on some stranger's lawn, not a nice man by the way." I sighed. Granny stared blankly at nothing in particular for a while, her thumbs rubbing against each other.

Smart move Nina. "Thank you. You are also beautiful..." Granny scanned her from head to toe.She seemed impressed. "She is my wife..." I boasted. "Nina,My dear, we have waited for you..." Granny caged her in her arms so tight that I could see she was struggling to breath. "Am sorry beautiful granny. I was held up with the girls. I didn't realise it was getting late.." She explained herself when she pulled back. "So you love shopping, going to the spa and looking all sassy?"Granny was already getting excited.