Granny X Novelas e Histórias

Baby Zetty was startled and cleverly avoided Baby Robbie’s question by saying, “You stinking little brat, don’t you know you’re not supposed to ask a woman their age?” Baby Robbie said, “Looking at your gray hair and limited mobility, I was just worried that you might have dementia, Parkinson’s disease, or any other senile diseases. It doesn’t matter much when you’re treating me, Granny, since my life is worthless. But my sisters are precious, so you can’t be making any mistakes when you treat them.”

"Wanna have a drink with this old man?" "No wine"Xander stride to his Grandmother "Let's get you to your room" "I'm not a pet" "We know"Grandma Mack kiss his cheek affectionately "Now can we go"she nod. "I don't know,I don't know"Xander take his beer and sit on the floor beside the fireplace "When I see her my heartache,I feel scared,her eyes...It's like it's telling who she is,it's defining her but still it tells me she's going to leave"Grandpa Mack drop a frame on the wall and thrust his hand on a small hole,he drag out a bottle of a vintage wine and a packet of cigarettes,Xander jump up with an outcry.

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.

Her grandmother wasn't a witch, she was a healer with herbs. An herbalist. She knew no magic tricks and there was no way she could be shape-shifting?! This just didn't make sense! "Nadia, my little one. My precious, precious daughter--" Granny said, taking cautious steps towards her. Nadia observed her subtle movement, and she moved the lantern in front of her, in defence. Her stance promising to fling it on her face if she dared to come any closer. Granny recognized the threat and didn't make any more attempts to close up the space between them.

My reflection stared back at me, pale, anxious, and far too aware that these were the last few moments of freedom I had. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water slide over me. And then, carefully, I pulled out the elixir I’d kept hidden. No mistakes tonight. No slip-ups. No unexpected disasters. I tilted my chin and drank a generous amount. Returning back to the bedroom, towel drying my hair, I found Granny already there, standing proudly like a general ready for battle. “There you are, my dear,” she said, eyes sparkling. “Oh, you’re glowing. Absolutely glowing.”

Granny’s question lingered in the room, carried by a desperation that made even the air feel heavy. She stood close to her granddaughter, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed Ariana’s hair back from her face. Every touch seemed a silent plea, as if she could somehow will Ariana to wake up. “When will she wake up?” Granny repeated, her voice a fragile whisper breaking through the stillness.

She exclaimed and I doubled over in laughter, slapping my knees "Luna Midnight Black! " She exclaimed "not funny " she added but she was clearly amused "Grandad is fine" I said chuckling lightly "he's kinda weird though but he's fine" I added "Weird how? " She asked "The other day I was talking to him and he was acting not so normal" I said frowning at the memory "That's grandad for you " She said "Does he have some kind of illness that I don't know about?" I asked "Why didn't you ask him? " She asked chuckling