Grumpy Old Man Family Guy Novels & Stories

“She’s hot – and I want to be paid.’ The entrance door opened and a very short, very pale old guy came into the room. He had straight, lusterless white hair, sensual large mouth, and flat, impenetrable eyes. Rick’s old man. He had a thin, grey mustache that was well trimmed, and his olive skin had a thick, glistening appearance. He slid behind the beefs, stopped at a corner of the table, glanced at the blonde-haired girl and touched the ends of his silk bow tie with two fingers, the nails of which had a fresh manicure. He smiled suddenly, and the instant after it I had a though he had never smiled before for as long as I remember him. He spoke in a dull voice with a pinch of sarcasm. ‘Good e

" Gusto bowed toward the elderly man. He might be arrogant, but he knew that it was his obligation to be respectful. Gusto felt incredibly guilty about how he had treated the woman who had given his family a son. Well played, Gusto. Well played indeed,' he scoffed. "I'm here to meet my grandson." "Go ahead," Gusto raised his hand and spoke. Thus, the elderly man scoffed and entered the room with his wife. However, Ken stayed behind as he simply observed Gusto in silence. Gusto met his gaze. Apparently, they were quite close in the past. Besides, they were about the same age, and Gusto would have never known Jason’s mother if that was not the case

another elderly person, one with a goatee, exclaimed. “Besides, this is a family problem! You…” Slap! Harvey slapped that man away. “A little harsh?” “Aaagh!” The elderly person with a goatee screamed in pain. The remaining elders were about to stand up as well, but they immediately stopped when they saw Harvey being so vicious. They had no choice but to step back and lift the others up. “You’re lawless! You’re completely lawless!” they exclaimed with trembling voices, all the while furiously pointing at Harvey.

And with that, every single person in the living room slowly turned their heads to the old man, and all of them had one same expression on their faces: shock. It was rare for the members of the Garcia family to see the head of their family laugh heartily. Hell, it was even rare for them to see any emotions in his face except for when he’s mad. The last time they saw Marcus laughing happily was when his wife was still alive. And when his wife died, it’s like his ability to laugh genuinely died together with his wife. That was why they were so surprised to see him laughing loudly and enthusiastically. After laughing for a few moments, a genuine and caring smile appeared on the old man’s lips,

"You mean that you're still Uno. Like Uno. No girls. No crush. No woman?" "Of course, there are women. But nothing serious. They are not what I want," he said, smiling at her. "Don't worry. You're just twenty-seven. You Will find the perfect woman, Grandpa," she playfully said, taking a sip of her drink. "Shut up," he hissed, pulling her hair a little. "No. You shut up." She slapped his hand away. "So how is Mr. Grumpy?" he asked laughing as she rolled her eyes.

“Well if you’re smokin’ now, put the thing out. I brought company.” “Better not be one of those jackass frat boys you live with,” his Gramps grumbled. “No, it’s not one of those jackasses.” Austin chuckled slightly. “Better than that. Much better.” “What, you bring me a stripper?” “Uh, no. Maybe next time.” I smiled, loving the easy banter between the two. “Well? Who is it?” We stepped into the front room, and an old man was sitting quietly in an armchair at the far end of the room. He turned his head from where he was looking out the window, and I could see interest spark in his gray eyes. Gray eyes the exact same shade as Austin’s.

The old man turned in our direction and gestured to us to come closer. As we get nearer, where I can finally look at the old man’s face with clarity, I realized that he was not your typical feeble old man. He may have gray hair and a wrinkled face, but his rough hands and shirt clinging to his muscles was enough indicator that he was more than capable to do a lot of stuff. More capable perhaps to other teenagers. “Gramps, she’s finally conscious,” said Gus. “Lindy, he’s grandpa Malu. The one I said earlier.”

the old man fumbled but when he realized that she was just playing with him, they both burst out laughing. Butler Garry who had gone outside to receive a call was shocked when he heard his master laughing, it's been really many years since he had heard the old man laugh, it should be like ten years ago at the time before he had lost his wife, and since then the old man had always had a cold expression plastered on his poker face, just like his eldest grandson, they really were similar.

Grady's face was filled with an uncontainable smile, as if he wanted to share this joy with everyone in the world. When he entered the Reid family, the joy in his eyes was almost overflowing, to the point that when he saw Hunter, who was drinking tea with the old man, he felt like he had seen a ghost, and was so scared that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground. The old man, seeing him in such a pathetic state, furrowed his brows and said, "What are you doing? Suddenly making such a grand gesture." Grady watched Hunter nervously.