Granny X Novels & Stories

The effervescence of the champagne tickled her throat, providing a fleeting sense of boldness amidst her nerves. “I’m sure this would help with my confidence to face that bastard.” She murmured to herself, causing Noah to look at her. He observed her, concern etched on his face, he leaned closer. “You okay, Grace?” he asked softly, his voice laced with worry. Nodding, Grace forced a smile, attempting to reassure him. “Yeah, just… butterflies, you know? All those nerves I’m feeling, that’s all.” She glanced around, trying to maintain a facade of calmness.

I doubted they were talking about the freckles on her nose or the way she tossed her long, thick, red hair over her shoulder, and I doubted any woman valued her breasts being noted as smaller-but it was sound advice I chose to apply in an unconventional manner. Couple that with Ronnie's recommendation to have a few drinks to loosen me up, and I was fast becoming a veritable cornucopia of stupidity. I was entranced by this woman sitting across from me, and alcohol intensified the stupor. Her lips were pleasantly pouty, and her skin was pristine porcelain with the exception of the sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her perfect nose. Women paid thousands to have her complexion, but she did

“Don’t.” But she smiled at me, that same soft, unshakable smile she’d worn when I was a boy, patching my knees after fights I’d picked. The kind that said everything would be alright, even when it wasn’t. “You’ve carried enough weight, Kraven,” she said. “It’s time I carried mine.” And before anyone could stop her, Granny moved. It happened in a blur. She swung her cane—not at Giovanni, but at the light switch beside the door. Sparks exploded, plunging the warehouse into sudden darkness. Gunfire cracked instantly, bullets shredding the air.

“Just keep them away from Granny. We fought harder, pushing through them. Every time one fell, two more seemed to crawl from the shadows. My power burned painfully under my skin, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when Granny might still be alive. “MOVE!” Damon barked as he cleared the last wolf near the hut door. We ran inside. my knees almost give out.“Granny…” I whispered. She lay slumped against the table, blood all over her clothes, breaths shallow and broken. “Granny, no… please stay with me.” Her eyelids fluttered. “M-Maya… don’t cry, child…” “Don’t talk,” I pleaded, voice shaking. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to heal you.”

Grace opens a photo of her mother which is in a small purse, the one she takes with her every time she leaves the house. There was only a photo of her and Mrs.Launtin, a photo with their young faces. When counting down, both of them were still only seventeen years old.

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

She took out a black medicine stove from her straw basket, walked over to the side of the bed, opened the sleeping youth's mouth, and then gently put the medicine into it. Granny Medicine seemed to be in her seventies or eighties. Her hair was as grey as snow, and even her eyebrows were silvery grey, but her skin was maintained well as there weren't many wrinkles and her face was smooth, tight and ruddy. She looked like an old woman with a child's face. A trace of sadness flashed in Chu's large eyes. She forced out a smile and said, "Perhaps Papa has encountered some trouble and won't be able to return temporarily..."

“I’m doing just great. I'm sure you are, right?” “Yes granny.” “Anyways, I couldn't wait for you to come over with Freya before I say this. But are you certain that you have something serious with her because I recall you to be nothing but unserious with women.” Granny Barbara spoke and sneezed over the phone. “Come on, granny. That's not the case here.” “Xaden, you better come out with the truth. If you aren't serious with that lady, then tell me. If you aren't, I'm going to set up a blind date for you and your partner is going to be someone who would really suit you in all ways.”

It was as though it did not even exist. I could not even stand. Amelia could have paralyzed me with that kick. That realization wiped away the last bit of affection I had for her. She knew the history of my back injury, and it could not afford to be hurt. I struggled as I used my fingers to pull her phone out of her pocket. I twisted her fingers hard. While she yelped in pain, I pushed her away and quickly opened my bank statement using her phone. While looking at everyone with bloodshot eyes, I yelled, “Do you see it clearly?! I have less than 10,000 dollars in my account balance!”

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.