Im A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

I said, without even trying to mince words. I don’t know if the glare in his eyes was supposed to be a glare, because all I saw was a funny-looking stare. I rolled my eyes and rounded my shoulders, the unnecessary stress that I was getting from this gathering starting to rub off on me. “Are you trying to insult me?” the shaky old man asked.

in an angry voice, Justine exclaimed. But I didn't even bother glancing back, so instead, I focused on the rotten who was staring at me with an angry look. It was an old man, maybe in his seventies, wearing an indigo suit smeared with blood. As I neared, it snapped its teeth and made a low guttural screech. Sorry to say grandfather, but I have no room for sympathy. So, regardless of age and race, I’d kill anyone for survival. “What? Is there no farewell?" I said, and it took me a minute to realize I'd spoken it out loud.

I answered him with a smile. He then clicked his tongue and all of a sudden, his face darkened. “I already did and it does not do me good,” he coldly muttered. I was caught off guard by what I heard and got curious about what happened to him. Is that the reason why he’s always grumpy and gloomy? Does someone hurt him? I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the mass was about to end. "Let's give each other the sign of peace. . ."

the white-haired man said full of emotion. "No. I'm the one who should be thanking you, Grandpa. Thanks to you, I can feel happy and proud because I have a grandfather who is so cool and spectacular," the grandson replied while widening the curve of his lips. Receiving the compliment that seemed odd, Mr. Hunt spontaneously snorted. “Stop your bullshit, Julian. This senile disease isn't cool at all," he grumbled, hitting his head with one palm. "I'm just a very troublesome old man."

Was that truly the last thing some people saw before their death? I shuddered at that thought. Regardless, I had to do my best to push it out of my mind as there were more important things to worry about today. And with that final thought, the door then swung open revealing an older man with greying hair. He might have even been considered handsome for his age if it weren’t for the several scars marring his face…. “Get the fuck out of bed and get your ass to the gym,” he said sharply. …And if it weren’t for his terrible attitude.

I ask, returning him the grumpy behavior he had shown me earlier, even crossing my arms around him to show I was the least interested to even know his name. “Don’t you want to know the name of your man?” he teased. And I found it hard to believe that he even had the audacity to do that despite his condition, that it left me chuckling in a devilish way. “You seriously are fond of yourself aren’t you. Just so you know, although you were able to steal a kiss from me, and although I tried to help you doesn’t mean I am already into you, mister old man.” I seriously emphasized the old man in the end, although I found myself a little rude since he wasn’t really old-looking to me.

"Look son, sometimes, people do things that would be misunderstood by others. Someone wants to be misunderstood." "And are you all in that category Gray?" I lost my appetite. The old man disgusts me. "You wished that I misunderstood me? Come back when you have some reasonable explanations." I packed up the pizza in a box. "Mom, I'm leaving. I need to see someone. I will come back some other time. I promise." She came out with that pretty cute look she always used anytime I was leaving. I hugged her tightly. "It won't take long." Pathetic old man. What was so bad about admitting it? Why was it so hard for him to do, That was all I needed from him. I need him to confirm that he hasn't been a g

- I think he wants a robotic mother, to do his every wish! "No, you're the old man who doesn't make room for fun for once in his life. I don't think grumpiness has anything to do with age. Seeing the difference looking at you and me." "I felt slightly offended and for this very reason I am already telling you in advance that I will be going to have fun together with these two beautiful ladies." "No way... We are doing very well on our own, and we don't need coastguards. Besides, you can't leave your things behind."

I fought the urge to gag. He clicked his tongue. “Rotten or not, you’re alive to complain, aren’t you? So my jokes are harmless.” I bit down on a retort, lips twitching with the effort. He would never change. I mean, maybe a miracle could happen in the future that would make him do, but now? He was pretending or just didn’t get my words. However, I had something to worry about rather than this old man whom karma would come bite back on its own for his constant action of making other frustrated.

"You mean that you're still Uno. Like Uno. No girls. No crush. No woman?" "Of course, there are women. But nothing serious. They are not what I want," he said, smiling at her. "Don't worry. You're just twenty-seven. You Will find the perfect woman, Grandpa," she playfully said, taking a sip of her drink. "Shut up," he hissed, pulling her hair a little. "No. You shut up." She slapped his hand away. "So how is Mr. Grumpy?" he asked laughing as she rolled her eyes.