Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, this man is old-fashioned and speaks like an old fart. I don’t like him. I still prefer a younger one. How about you come and date me instead?” Alex rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “No, thank you!”

No thought was given to me as a person. "Except us. We love you," Grumpy said as he put a finger under my chin. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Seriously? You guys can hear my thoughts all the time now? And I love you all too." My three men chuckled. Nodded in unison. "And thank the stars we can. You go on some scary paths when it's just you in there. We can help pull you back when you get off course," Tove said. He shot me a look.

IAN “You ungrateful little brat! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dad growls and I hold back a laugh. Old man can curse too? That's new. “Calm down pops. Don't want your BP shooting to the roof.” “What the hell do you want?” He growls something he does when he feels outpowered. I'm so angry I can barely breathe. I want to slice every motherfucker in here to pieces but I have to hold back so I can hear him confess with his own mouth.

he said. “If you try to play a trick on me. I am coming for those assholes. In fact, don’t taste my patience. I have a bomb here and I am going to bomb them in to little pieces. You better be careful. I am grumpy and I feel that I will murder someone.”

He said smiling What the hell is wrong with this old man? The last time I checked, this old man is old enough to be my grandfather. And since when do old men flirt with ladies? I tried to tug my hand away from him but he is surprisingly strong. I gave him a stern look and he just brushed it off with a smile. "Let go of my hand you old weirdo." I said but that didn’t make a difference. I matched his smile but with a menacing look. And tug my hand forcefully while stepping on his foot.

Hello there, it’s nice of you to come once more. Last time we witnessed the town in flames. I warned them but no one listened to what this grumpy old man had to say. They all thought I was crazy, that I have no feelings at all. Somehow I’m glad things turned out like this cause if it didn’t they will never understand ya know? In all of this chaos, a special someone had to pay me a visit, damn all of this Let’s get the wheels rolling, shall we?

Looking at this old man standing in front of me in disbelief, I might place Arles second on the list of most annoying people. “Ughhhhhh,” I throw my hands in the air and clench my teeth, “GET OUT!” I growl at the old man but he seems unfazed and unaffected by my tantrum. He looks down at me with a certain emotion in his eyes that I can’t name. He shakes his head at me lightly and continues to stand there. His hands are crossed politely before him. “I don’t want to do this. You can’t force me to be something that I don’t want to be!” I say, pointing an accusing finger at him. He sighs again.

"Sir... " An old servant came and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. That store is close today, so I can't get you crispy beef patties..." Upon hearing this, the elderly man was a little disappointed. "Alas... Forget it." "Huh?" Danica paused for a moment and then asked the elderly man with a smile, "Crispy beef patty? You like it?" "Haha..." The elderly man laughed heartily. "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I'm old, so I always miss the people and things in the past, as well as the snacks... Unfortunately, I won't have a chance to eat it today."

“I will go send someone with your food.” Gray muttered to himself, “Who looks girly? he must be having issues with his primary visual cortex, how does an old man mistake perfection for girly” or maybe he lacks comprehension, he views me as manly and interpret it as girly, ohm I almost forgot he is 2000 plus years, and I heard old people usually have problem with their eye sight, it must be pretty weak.

"Funny thing, I ran into the owner himself. And you know what he said? He told me not to work, that I'd be paid weekly regardless." I froze, wide-eyed. "Wait... what? Grandma, that's incredible. How on earth did you manage such a favor?" Before Grandma could answer, Hope piped up from her chair, grinning. "It's Mr. Grumpy! Mr. Grumpy!" Sam burst out laughing. I frowned in confusion. "Mr. Grumpy?" Grandma chuckled. "That's what she calls the owner of the company. Can't for the life of me figure out why." Hope giggled harder. "Mummy, he's sooo grumpy."