Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

My heart races as I stare at the messages from Jace, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. He’s online, probably noticing that I am too. Another text pops up. -Mr. Grumpy: Sugar Baby. My belly flutters. -Mr.Grumpy: I want you to tell me one thing. -Mr. Grumpy: If you answer, I won't punish you for ignoring my request in the supermarket. I told you to keep your phone on, you brat.

I’m the one people go to for help, not one to ask for it. So, - I stopped thinking because I heard someone coming down the stairs. “So, you’re the one.” “Huh?” Okay, I’m usually better at talking, but I was exhausted from not sleeping and crying my eyes out. “I guess they don’t teach the Omari’s any manners.” The middle-aged man growled. He looked to be around…. Either a very bad aging forty-something or fifty years old. He looked grumpy and was trying to impress me with his aura, but honestly, I’m used to being around real power. So I barely felt it.

Are you still a human for speaking like that? "Who do you think you are? You are too arrogant. Do you really think you're God?" An old man's angry voice could be heard. Fyman was stunned for a moment, and his facial expression shifted dramatically. He turned around and said, "Grandpa, aren't you resting in Lively Garden? Why are you here?" "What do you think? Did you think I'd be here if you hadn't been so reckless? "I've known for a long time that, despite your exceptional abilities, you're jealous, narrow-minded, and will act viciously. However, I didn't expect you to be so despicable."

The Old man Song got angry when he saw his grandson’s attitude! He did not even greet anyone and directly barged in his room and raised his voice at him! "I did! But I did not say that I want to get engaged right away and then get married the very next day!" He was really very frustrated at the moment that he just wanted to go back on his words but since he was the reason behind her condition, so he was not to go back on what he had decided! "What the hell are you talking about!" The old man Song stood up in anger and stomped his stick on the floor!

don't treat me like I'm some old gaga. — Today you're good, you don't need a scolding — she smiled. “I'm trying to change. I know some nurses here call me a grumpy old man... — You know it's a joke, it's an affectionate way of scolding you when you do one of your things! By the way, all of us here love you very much! Are you surprised? - Very. Why would they like a grumpy old man, with no threshing floor or edge... a parasite?

She shouted and pushed him down. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you..." "That's what stupid old people always say, you know what, I don't have your time, I can't let a stinky ugly-looking monkey ruin my happiness." Sasha spat, the old man looked pained, this was someone that he is old to be her grandfather but she spoke so rudely to him. "You didn't have to be rude...I apologized, but I guess you have no manners, look at you, shameless." He said and picked himself up and angrily left.

They came here for connections after all. The invited people took turns to congratulate the old man in white hanfu. When Michael and Mathew approached the old man, Maverick stomped his cane. "You two fools! Only visiting me now! If I don't celebrate my birthday, you two won't visit me for a year?! When will you come if not for my birthday? At my funeral?!" The old man was sulky and was carrying grievance towards his two sons.

“You’re not keeping your end of the bargain! Do you know who I am? I’ll make you feel worse than death!” “Ha, you’re just the precious daughter of the Navy General. You’re so spoiled! I’m trying to be civil with everyone here. Are you sure you two want it the hard way?” The old man’s face changed abruptly, no longer genial like he was before. He was old with wrinkles all over his face. By then, he looked like a scary witch. Dior was somehow scared. She did not expect this old man to be unafraid of the Granger family!

They just let it shut in my face. "Sorry, you're too slow," he scoffed. I saw his face. Ugh, it was that old, grumpy neighbor from the building. He’s always been like that. I heard he’s a little senile—or just too harsh for this already cruel world. "Wow. Humanity," I grumbled under my breath, waiting for another elevator to open. My feet were on fire, my body about to collapse, and I feel like I'm on the verge of reaching the afterlife.

He had caught my scent on my way here and he still sounded pretty ruffled. I brought my hand down, wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, and pushed the door open ignoring his go-away command. "Hi, grump." I poked my head through the door offering peace with my ever cheerful voice which I had been told makes people happy but Mr grump here didn't seem too happy to see me, we can fix that with fifty Amara hugs, he will be fine. His head was raised from the spreadsheet between his hands and he had the meanest scowl on his face.