Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

The old man is asking too much now,am only twenty eight,and he's acting like am in my early fifties! "Before you object to it,do it for me,I don't want to go without knowing there someone you can have to be with you forever"Grandad said. "Fine, Fine" "I've never asked anything of you since you've been born. It's my last and only wish from you"he said,trying to convince me. "I'll go get you ready to be discharged old man"I said and left the room. JoJo was surprisingly not hitting on anyone,much to my surprise.

A flare of irritation and anger spiked in me at his words, and I stood up to glare at him. The bald old man glared back, and the expression on his face was totally unapologetic. My eyes narrowed. I had a stress induced headache that had conveniently refused to leave me for days. I wasn't in the mood to deal with an old man's grumpiness. When his lips parted again, I beat him to it. "Say one more word, make one more condescending statement about me, and I will have your tongue ripped out of your head," I snarled.

"Come on old geezer, we have to get out of here! I have to go get another soul!" "Listen to me young man, whoever you are, I will not want to come with you. And you have no right to take my life," shouted the stubborn old man. Rail has lost his temper, there is not much time for him to deal with the emotions of the senile old man.

Even Grandpa looked shocked, his face pale. I didn't flinch. I just let out a slow, unimpressed sigh, crossing my arms and staring at her with the kind of lazy boredom someone has when forced to listen to an irrelevant lecture. "Wow. That was a lot of words just to say, 'I've been bitter and hateful for decades, and I have nothing to show for it.' You been rehearsing that one in the mirror, haven't you, old lady? Because, fuck, I almost thought you had a point for a second."

The old man has gray hair and a beard but his spirit is still very clear, his face is full of age traces and has the mischievousness of a child. "Thank you for helping to take care of my Harry, already causing you more trouble." Grainne stooped to thank the old man. "Haha, nothing is nothing, an old man like me, having to spend the last days of his life here, is not interesting, Harry is nimble and cute, on the contrary, it makes me less bored." The old man lovingly looked at the melon-haired boy in front of him, his eyes full of love. Then he turned to Carwyn beside him and said a little sulkily, "You're already thirty years old and you don't have a girlfriend, marriage is even more distant

I went over to a secluded spot, taking a seat as the sea breeze gently brushed against my skin, filling me with a sense of peace and reprieve from the turmoil that raged through my mind. Maya came over to me with a drink, “here you go. Don't you think you're a little too far away from everyone else?" I stared at her with a furious gaze, “Will you shut up?” Maya stared down in guilt, “I'm sorry." “You know, yelling will only make people think badly of you," I heard an old cracked voice from behind. Turning around, I saw an elderly man who seemed to be in his late seventies. “You can call me Paul," he smiled, revealing his irregularly shaped teeth.

He sounded haughty this time. “Why don’t you make use of them yourself then? And like I said before, please don’t try this bullshit agsin, cause by then I won’t even exchange any words with anyone, I’ll just show actions instead cause after all I’ve always heard they’re louder than words. The old man’s jaw ticked in clear annoyance and he gritted out. “Since you’re so unwilling, then I guess this is the part where you remember that you’re right here in the middle of my tuff, where you can easily get killed and be reduced to nothing,”

I couldn't expect her to drop everything just to text me when she was already visiting me every night. A bad feeling was eating away at my gut, and I couldn't find it in me to step off the porch and onto the grass. The sound of grumpy old man Earl limping down the street made me cringe, and I braced myself for what was about to happen. Typically, he was just angry all the time. He barely spoke. The rest of the time, he just glared or grunted at people. There had always been an unreasonable anger in him, and I didn't expect that to stop now. He was either naturally a negative person or had been jaded so much in his life that he had no positivity left.

“And just so you know, I fully intend to be the fun parent. You, unfortunately, are giving major grumpy single dad energy.” I shoot him a glare, but he just grins wider. How the fuck did my life end up like this?

My bed hair was stuck in all directions and there was drool at the edge of my lips, so why was he even accommodating me? “I am sorry,” I apologized. “Mr. Grumpy, I—“ I began in an attempt to explain myself but he cut me off. “I don’t like that name.” Moore Deadpanned and I stared at him with bewilderment. “But you liked it before—“ “Well, I don’t like it now. Get dressed, I will show you around.” Moore offered and exited the room. I smiled to myself; He acted like he was a bitter old man but even he was a gentleman.