Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

“Oh, okay. You can leave now or whenever you want. I don't care.” "Huh?" "If you think I'm going to keep you from leaving here, you're so wrong, Mr. Grumpy,” said the young man while clicking his tongue, which, somehow, reminded him of a grandmother who owned a flower shop that he visited ten years ago at his old place. "It all comes back to you, Sir. Whether you buy at this store or not is purely your decision. I will not forbid you to leave here whenever you want.” “Good. Then I will choose to leave right now.”

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He looks up to me and turn the television off before facing me. “ I will not marry that bitch!” I said in a louder voice before throwing the apple in the nearest trash can. His eyes follows my movement and I sighed heavily, controlling all of my emotions. “ You will, our business is in chaos.” And right at this moment, I have noticed that the old man is becoming old. The fine line in his face became more visible and his white hair will be easily noticed even in far distance. “ W-What do you mean in chaos? It was just doing fine!”

I wanted to burst through those doors. The door swung wide open as I stepped inside, only to be greeted by a grumpy old man, heavyset and slouched in a chair, giving me a look that made me scoff. The picture I had seen was way better than this reality. "Guess something funny happened between the pics," he said in a raspy old man voice.

"I dare you." The man in the grayish formal suit looked indifferently. With a smile, he respectfully replied, "As you said, I'm very much like you. You know I'm a man of my word." Although the elderly man was reluctant to yield to his grandson, he knew better than to make him mad—mainly because his grandson had the same personality he had, and he had to think about the consequences. There was nothing he disliked more than to live in a fully guarded retirement house.

Lord Ethan and Gina aren't here yet. The grumpy looking old man marched forward until he reached the front platform. His eyebrows are almost kissing each other and he looks angry. He looked around and his eyebrows became even tighter. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted. "Shut up you stupid maggots!"

I take a glass of champagne to release some tension. "Hey grumpy" Liam pats me on the back and laughs, it's a name I haven't heard in a longtime. It just brings back old memories from my university days, Liam always said 'I am too serious for my own good'. Well, being successful has been my goal and only serious people get it in life.

He smirked beautifully and I let him rod off on his back. “Hello, old man!” He teased with an impish expression. He was a bit grumpy yesterday night when I picked him up after his shift at the club because we had planned to stay at there afterwards but when I told him about my stiff back, instead of showing compassion, that little creep started making fun of me and saying was perhaps getting too old to play with swing and ropes. “Don't start with this again, I am only thirty.” I groaned playfully, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on each side of his head.

Call your men,tell them they are wasting my fucking time. “Why not sign the papers and I will have your son delivered to your son? It’s really not that much of big deal, right?” Old man replied. Gray laughed coldly,” you must really think that everyone else are equally stupid and dumb as you are. Until I have him, the deal is off.” Old man clenched his fists,fuming in anger.”how dare you call me stupid?”

The old man greeted him with three dramatic grunts in a row. “Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!” Atlas was a bit helpless. How did this once-dominant figure become such a child in his old age? Actually—worse than a child. Even kids aren’t this childish. “Grandpa, if you’ve got something to say, just say it. Don’t grunt at me like a pig.” The old man exhaled a few heavy breaths in frustration and muttered something about ungrateful descendants. “Come on, tell me. Why fake being sick?”