Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

"I said, don't learn from that old-fashioned Grayson! He keeps putting on that foul look like someone owes him a trillion dollars. Young people like us have to be active! Cheerful! Sunshine! Smile at the world!" In just one day, Grayson was mocked twice for being old!

It's been a wild ride, but we're still standing, ready to take on whatever comes our way. "I wonder if he's old, grumpy, ill-tempered? You know how old money people are, they can get a bit extremely obnoxious." I wondered out loud to my best friend Lyra. "I can't shake the thought—what if he's one of those old, grumpy types? You know, the kind with an ill-tempered demeanor? Old money folks can be extremely obnoxious," I mused aloud, sharing my concerns with my best friend Lyra.

“A nicer state, are you kidding me right now? Who knows how long you've been in here. I doubt you would ever be able to use those legs anymore. And your neck, it's disgusting.” “You sure have the energy to banter words with me in your poor state, tsk, tsk tsk.” This old man is surely grumpy and a nosy one. “What the fuck is your problem. If my every action disturbs you, then you can as well tell them to change your cell. Since you've been a good prisoner, I'm sure they'd consider you.” “Are you fooling me right now?” The only man snapped. “Woah! So you could get mad? Don't you think I'm the wrong person to transfer your aggression towards?”

He shakes his head even as amusement shines in his eyes. “Why don’t you tell that grumpy old dude that I want him to leave you alone?” I beam. “Will do!” “Get the fuck out, Stanley.” Said man grunts in obvious annoyance, but that doesn’t deter me. “See? Grumpy.” Stanley chuckles at my comment as he leaves us alone in the office. “Hi, Dad!” I take a seat once we’re alone, and he gives me an unimpressed look. “What happened to the grumpy old dude who was trying to kill you?” I shrug.

Grandpa requested. I realized at that moment, looking more closely at my grandpa, that he was far from calm. Quite the opposite. Grandpa is quite exasperated and is just trying not to get even more irritated, which is very wise of him, considering his age and health problems. Not that I knew of any, but surely he must have, I thought with untimely irony.

The old man said, grinning. "Not everyone has a chance to serve you. I can't remember how long I've lived, and I've forgotten my age. I've seen many great people, but I’ve never seen anyone like you." the old man said with a smile. "You flatter me, don't you?" Jason said with a smile. "No, no. At such an old age, lying is tiring," the old man said with a smile.

“You promised that, Grandpa. Just a year away, we’re getting married.” Grandpa nodded. “I am an old wolf. I am one hundred and seventy-three years old. I can get sick at any time. And maybe I’ll surprise you guys with—” “I don’t want you to talk like that anymore. Really, I don’t like it when you talk like that,” I complained.

l say exasperated. “Gurl you better make some time! He sounds like a fine ass man, this.. Manny guy. You don’t wanna be an old maid do you? Alone, bored, reading old romance novels, living with a billion cats, your pussy collecting cobwebs!” She bust out laughing. Jeez Grammy I couldn’t do nothing but laugh also smh.

“How old are you, old man?” “Not a chance knowing.” “C’mon! You’re not a lady, old man. It’s not a problem if you divulge your age. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” “Eighty-six.” I choked on my peach. He laughed as I started hitting my chest. “Werewolves are sturdy. Forget everything about the human world.” I nodded, frowning. He was so old that he could be my grandpa. Was he? It didn’t seem like it. I’ve never heard of a grandpa before, only a grandpa that refused to meet me.

“You are such a fucking tease. Always making me hard for you.” Trailing my hand down his chest, I pause at his waistband. “Good. Wouldn’t want you to get old on me, now would we?” I go to run when he growls loudly and immediately throws me over his broad shoulders. His spanks my ass hard and heads inside the door. “You think I’m old?” He questions angrily. I laugh loudly. “Yes, I do! You are an old man. Antonio is worse. He’s a grumpy old man.”