Granny Real Story Novels & Stories

she asked, her blue eyes leaving no doubt in my mind that she might be Emmett’s mother. “Yes, that’s me.” I whispered. “You are so beautiful. I’m Granny King, Rachel's grandmother.” The woman said, proving my thoughts wrong. “It’s great to meet you, ma’am. I ugh... Rachel... She’s told me a lot about you.” I said, patting my head to adjust my rough curls. “She did?” Granny King asked in that sweet, kind voice. “Rachel has been known to be loquacious and over time, I’ve found out that she tells people I’m a pain in her ass.”

"Lena, I'm old now, so I can't protect you anymore. You have three deadly trials in your life, each more dangerous than the last. Every one of them could kill you. These three walnuts are the chances I traded half my life for. "Remember to open each one only at the moment I told you." I didn't have my parents beside me when growing up. It was my grandmother who raised me by picking up trash. People in the village called her a lunatic, but I knew she was the only person in the world who truly loved me. So, I carved her warning into my bones. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I cracked open the first walnut. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet.'

The place was filled with her church friends and neighbours who had been very helpful in getting Granny’s body to the morgue after it had been discovered in her bed by her bestie, Fran. “She passed away in her sleep,” Fran explained. “We were supposed to go for an early morning prayer meeting in church today. She never locks her doors, so I came in and went straight upstairs to wake her. She had the most peaceful look on her face and I just knew.” Lara began to cry and everyone rallied around her to console her. She was her mother’s only surviving child as her older brother had died six years ago in a car crash. Granny’s friends began to share their favourite stories of her and her most memo

"Darling, come sit next to Granny." At those words, everyone looked up at her with an appalled look on their face. The woman was known as a cranky person for a reason. The fact she had a smile on her face, and called herself 'Granny', was scary but Nine, of course, didn't know that and sat next to the woman. "Good morning, Grandma April." "Good morning, love," She said sweetly, "Hungry? You're hungry, yes, you're eating for two." The older woman suddenly snapped to no one in particular, "What are you waiting for?!"

I said, deeming the food before me. When I couldn't fake any more interest and willing to eat, I dropped the cutlery noiselessly beside the plate of eggs. "Where is Granny?" I needed to call the only person capable of protecting me from this food poisoning. Mum suddenly stopped her stirring, and in that unclear view, every detail projected why she was here in her undersized pants, skipping her job and serving the morning with my worst menu. "Is Granny alright?" "Mrs. Grater took some days off."

It's all true, all of it. Granny Gwynn used to tell me stories about werewolves and witches. She never had a story book, just told them from right out of her head. I thought she made them up as she went along. She would even make up songs about a moon goddess, fated lovers, battles and magic. I was enchanted by them. Daydreaming about the make believe world she had brought to life in my imagination was a comfort in my solitude. I’m starting to think it wasn’t all made up. What she told me might, could, be real, and Phoenix and his brothers are the proof, right in front of my eyes.

She took one glass from my hand and clicked her glass with mine, “And this can be one of the cheat days.” “You talked about my mother earlier,” I led her to where we took our seats, “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you know her?” Granny sighed, “I met her at my favorite book store, she was lost in thought, she was wearing a beautiful white dress, she wasn’t wearing any shoes, her legs were bleeding and she was heavily pregnant. It was a sight I can never forget.” I was lost, “I’m sorry I don’t understand.” Grandma smiled, “She was pregnant with you, she led the Kyrell group very well but her sister and her husband made her life miserable until the day she took her life.”