Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

But I wonder, was he really worried for me? I groaned when again a knock delivered on m y door. Can't anyone let me think as much as I want.....? Grumpily I went to open the door, and decided to send that person back as soon as possible, coz right now, I am not i n the mood t o d o anything.... I open the door, and my eyes really went out of the socket. Mr. Grumpy pants was standing i n front of my door, with a man carrying the food in a cart.

“You heard him. He said you’re being an idiot.” An amused smile spread across my lips. There were only two people in the North who were not afraid of me. Clyde and Duke. I almost forgot there was one more on the list. Katriona. “Clyde, kindly tell Mr. Grumpy over there not to scowl too much. His real age is showing. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to get the girls anymore. What he needs is sex to chill instead of nitpicking my every action every fucking day.”

But the years dragged on, and as one bitter moon rose after another, I began to accept the painful truth: my mate was likely long gone, lost to some cruel twist of fate. That realization, combined with the heightened expectations of my people, kept me in a constant state of grumpiness. I've found comfort in the familiar bitterness of my thoughts, but sometimes it slips out, catching even those around me off guard. Just last month, during an elders' meeting—one of those predictable shows where every old goat clamors to share their outdated wisdom—I snapped at Old Man Granik. He mentioned winter preparations as if it were a surprise, and I couldn't help but grunt, "We've done this dance before

We may hate each other so much that not even nature can resolve our grudges, but we do know how to make each other crack up a laugh. I check him out more intricate. His usual cerulean eyes has gotten more green over time, and he looks really chubby now with a grey full-blown beard, covering most of his face. His hair, as well, is mostly grey and really needs to get barbed. He has the pot belly like most adult human do, and all in all, he is giving the, "I am at the grandfather level vibe," age status. "Oh, kid me go. I am an old man already, as you are." He says, still laughing.

he said walking to the door and outside the mansion I felt disgusted. Not after I thought my life was going the right way he comes with his mean words and tone again. “Hey are you okay” I heard a warm voice from behind. Turing to see Jasper I loosened up “Hi. I didn’t know you were around” I said trying to hide my disgust feeling “Yeah I just came to talk about something with ‘Mr Grumpy’ before we head out to work” he said jokingly His statement brought a tender laugh to my face and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He is really ‘Mr Grumpy’ I don’t understand why he has to be though” I said back

The sun made me blink. I pushed myself up on my elbows. It was no easy task and the pain that followed was alarming. The old white-haired man came to stand in front of him. "You okay, boy?" I smiled, a mean smile. "I'm just fineboy." The man froze, then held back a grin. But the many crow's-feet along his amber eyes deepened. "I'm kicking seventy-nine, boy, " he said. "And in a few more days, it'll be eighty."

“What more do I want, huh?” I smirked. “I want you to get out of my ward right now!” Just then, someone flung the door open. It was David barging in furiously.

“Can you imagine what they would do if they ever got their hands on a Theta?” Gabe growled low in his throat and the little girl on his back made a frightened sound. “It’s okay Sara. You’re safe. Gabe just likes to grump a lot. I think he’s a really old man. Like a grandpa, you know? Grandpas are always grumpy. It’s because their bones ache, you know?”

A low chuckle comes from the other end of the line, followed by a tired sigh. “Hey, you don’t talk to your grandfather in such a tone,” the old man responds coldly. I scoff, rolling my eyes. “What? No. I know my old man when I see him, and you’re nothing like that,” I shoot back, my voice firm. “Rude bastard!” he curses. I tighten my grip on the phone, my fingers twitching to throw it against the fucking wall. “I won’t let this slide,” I warn, my tone dangerously low.

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.