Grumpy Old Man Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

I just hope you're not getting tired of receiving all of my letters. A few weeks from now you're turning twenty-seven. Every time I think about me being thirty-three, and how older I am from you, it just disgusts me of my age. I am really indeed too old for you. But we all know older guys are hotter. Haha ;) My wish for you, if ever I won't see you on your birthday cos I know you won't, is all the best for your future, with or without me. I know you could make it through wherever you go. I wish that I could finally spend your birthday with you again. A man can dream.

In fact, he looked like a 35-year-old with a little posher. "Happy birthday to you, Mr John. How about you tell us what you've been doing your whole life?" Grace asked, raising a brow at the older man who walked to the table and grabbed a knife. "When I cut.." He began, looking up. "We all spell the name Jesus together." He said. J E S U S JESUS!! We yelled together. He dropped the knife after cutting the cake and sighed. "Thank you, you little pumpkin." He said, gesturing I come over.

When the clock struck twelve, I sighed in relief before wishing him, "Happy birthday Mr Morano." He went silent for a while. "Don't tell me you forgot it was your birthday." He chuckled, "I've never liked the hassle of birthdays, they're overrated. But if you'll wish me that with a kiss, I might come around." "Then hurry and come back, so I can wish you a happy birthday with a kiss." "Keep yourself safe for me Mi Dea." He said, a deep emotion swirling in his tone making me feel inexplicably special. "I will, I promise."

He smiles. "Then what do you want?" "It's my birthday." "What?" I raised an eyebrow, confused. "It's my birthday," He repeats, "Can you sing me a song, young lad? This old man never fails to celebrate a birthday every year." "You don't have any family to do that?" He shakes his head. I don't even get why I asked that in the first place, but when I've confirmed that he also doesn't have a family. I couldn't help but get a random bill in my pocket and throw it at his face.

The old man settled into his chair with a sigh, motioning for Ethan to sit as well. Ethan remained standing. “Happy birthday,” he said. The old man’s brows rose, a shadow of amusement tugging at his lips. “Thank you. Though I suspect you didn’t come in here for pleasantries. My birthday is past and I'm eighty years and a day old today". Ethan cracked a chuckle. He readjusted on his feet. “I’m leaving tonight.” A pause so loud befell them. Grandfather Reed lifted his teacup but didn’t drink from it.

Grandfather Gray, holding the butler's hand, comes over totteringly. The lobby manager knows the butler and gives him an eye contact, "Who is this man?" "This is Mr. Gray's grandfather. He comes all the way from Chicago to celebrate his grandson's birthday. Why are you arguing and making so much noise?" The butler is unhappy and he sounds like scolding the lobby manager for screwing things up. Hearing the butler's words, Grace Lauren takes a good look. It is Grandfather Gray! Compared with five years ago, his hair become all white, and his body looks not as strong as before.

She explains. “Depressed why?” “Well because she thinks getting old.” Johnny says and Steph glares at him. “But I keep telling her that 29 isn’t old.” He adds. “Yeah Steph you aren’t getting old, look at you! You look gorgeous.” I say and she smiles. “Thank you.” She says hugging me again. “Happy birthday.” I say when she pulls away and then I give her birthday present. “Oh my God Thank you!, you didn’t have to though.” She says with a smile.

Brown eyes highlighted with liners, nude lips that slightly opened as if silently inviting me to taste them. “Fuck” I muttered, and willed my feet to start moving as I approached her. “Hey gramps. Happy birthday” I gave him a side hug. “You made it. Thought you were going to stay in Japan forever” Gramps remarked, his eyes warm as he smiled at me.

One by one, they surrounded the couch, giving Edgar his gifts and wishing him a happy birthday. Sunny went over with his gift as well. "Happy birthday, Grandpa. This is my gift to you!" Edgar looked at the gift his grandson handed to him—it was a pair of small walnut sculptures. With a strict but loving expression, he said, "You're a child who's still in school. You shouldn't have given me a gift!" Sunny emphasized, "Grandpa, I'm not a child. I'm already eighteen. I'm a grown-up now!"

He complained unhappily. The new great-grandfather on the other end laughed loudly at his best friend’s grumpy attitude. “I sent many so they can serve as substantial proof that I won that bet we made last year as I told you that I would.” Old Boyd said proudly as his chest stood out from where he was.