Is Granny Real Novels & Stories

"I thought you said it was urgent." "Yes, she won't eat until she sees you. She kept calling your name over and over again." "Let's go see her then." Landon led the way, while I followed behind. What could be the reason why Granny Ten was calling her? The face of an old woman shown knitting at the verdandi. Her neck bone was vividly showing like armor; her perfect honeycomb skin was now replaced by wrinkles. Her cheek slacked, giving in lines across her face. "Selena, is that you?" said her lilting, beautiful voice. There was a time when Granny Ten was a beauty to behold, but now her dark, long hair has been replaced by Cinderella's. She still had those round, big glasses on her face.

" Alexander , where are you going ? " I heard granny calling my name from her chamber hall . I entered her room and saw her lying on her bed . She's almost 150 years old now but still looks like as young and healthy as a full grown Luna . Old age didn't hit the mark on her face at all . She's also much more beautiful like she was in her past . " What granny ? " I asked her casually while trying to avoid eye contact with her . Because I knew that she has the ability to see through my thoughts , I don't know why . She can tell my all future steps that I'll be taking or want to take .

I heard her sigh with relief. "Jesus! I was so worried about you. I'm so glad that you're enjoying your time. Don't snoop around a lot, honey and how is your granny?" I could feel the smile in her voice when she mentioned granny. "Granny is fine. I think she stopped aging when she reached sixteen. She is full of energy and fire. No one can compete with her." I told her with a chuckle, remembering, how my granny kicked my ass out of my bed every morning at 6'O clock for a walk.

I walked out of my flat and met granny, as we her tenants call her, tidying her restaurant. "Afternoon granny" I greeted. "Good afternoon my child" she smiled. "Can I help?" "Oh no th-" Before she could reply I had already took the rag she was holding. "Have you heard of the new couple?" Granny asked. I shook my head. "Ohh you're always busy" she smiled. "Its Damian and Diana they are so cutttee". That's one thing about granny she acts like she is 18. "Tell me more!" I said wanting to get more info about them.

"Granny, your skills have no comparison. This figure looks exactly like my sister!" She chuckles, "Thank you for the compliment, little lady. I always try my best to meet up to my clients' needs." The Granny turns to General Li, "And now you, Miss? Would you like a mud figure?" "Ah..." General Li opens her mouth, startled. She seems to not have thought about who she would like the Granny to craft. "Granny, how about I just describe this person's features?" The Granny nods, "Of course. That is my expertise."

Granny stepped back to admire her work. Lacey swallowed her words. She looked amazing. Lacey never cared about 'looking good'. Guys weren't her priority. Ever. "This is fantastic, Granny", she finally found her voice, "thank you". She was about to run out when Granny Vee coughed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.

My great-grandmother had been the favored one among our relatives—old, yet remarkably agile, and undoubtedly the kindest person I had ever known, even more so than my own mother. Granny Lily had originally been an orphan who had grown up on the streets, but through her own sweat and blood, she had created a legacy for herself, a small company that had been the life's work she had poured her heart and soul into. That legacy, however, had been cruelly snatched away by the man she had once trusted the most, the man she had loved the most—Wester D. McCabe.

My granny makes to walk past me and I speak. "I will prove myself to you. " She turns to look at me and flashes me a smile. A smile that reveals her perfect pearly whites. She then turns around and walks briskly away with her hands in her pockets. I have no idea how an 80-year-old woman can keep so fit and firm, but I guess with money, a lot of things aren't impossible. I turn around and look back at the empty room. Just then, Stella's words playback in my head,

Granny sturbornly said. " Lol you really sound funny. But he is a grown man". Her little voice kept on coming out respectfully. I had no option other than to be looking at the most important two women in my life dragging out all cos of me. " Yeah he is a grown man but he hasn't gotten a white hair on his hair. Or has he?" She asked making June to actually turn to my direction, smirking at me. " Nah granny. He is still a kid ". " You see." Granny finalized as he kept on munching her popcorn

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.