Jordan Peterson Grandma Dream Novels & Stories

Jonas PoV I couldn't stop being thankful and crying, when Liam, Xander's Beta, brought Jordan back. "I was with Granny, but she was very fierce towards me. She told me to sleep all the time," said Jordan with a confused expression. "Then, the uncle who likes to kiss granny said that he would buy a bigger boat if papa gave him the money." "B*stard!" I cursed angrily. "I could kill that person with my own hands if we met."

All the times they visited in the pass, the children had stayed with Lorraine. "We’re here to see Great-Grandma," Ryan stated simply. Aiden blinked in surprise. "How did you know that?" “She comes in my dreams… She tells me to take care of my brothers and sisters. She said her name is Grandma Linda… and she misses us.” Tears gathered in Mandy’s eyes. Her grandmother had never appeared to her in dreams... not even once but she’d visited her young nephew? “She tells me lots of stories about Daddy and everyone. She even took me here in a dream to show me where she sleeps. I think I know the way.” He walked on until he stopped at Grandma Linda’s grave.

“When I was in high school, my grandfather was seriously ill. His new wife didn't care about him and left him. Granny brought grandpa home. Granny took care of him until his grandfather died. I can't understand why Granny took care of the person who hurt her. They're not even husband and wife anymore." Jordan ended the story about Crystal. There was a hint of displeasure, a hint of irritation in his voice. Clarabelle didn't expect Crystal to have such a hard life either. It was also what made Clarabelle understand why Crystal asked Clarabelle to remain patient with Jordan. “I…” Jordan glanced over at Clarabelle. “… I'm not a nice guy, Lala. You have already known me. But I don't want to be l

"It is okay Jamy, just a nightmare it is [says Grandma]Blurred his mind is, he can't seem to tell what is real. Poor boy but no worries Grandma is here to the rescue those sheets wet again. Grandma has to wash them once more, but surely James is spared the ass-whipping. Grandma knows what he often dreams about, it was her child that was beaten mercilessly by the cops to death. The death of a black man never meant a thing on these turfs. Grandma had to bury her son.No parent would like to do that, no parent should. [Present time] Grandma is still waiting for James with his stick of justice there is no room for lies in this house. Grandma runs a church, she is a prophetess, a true leader. Jame

Her step-father was distant to her so she didn't bother to get close to the man thinking that it may cause jealousy on his behalf for her to seek her mother's attention. When her grandfather died she became even more closer to her grandma since her father was an only child she gets an undivided love and attention from her granddma. In a way she does not seek motherly attention. Too bad her grandma doesn't want to stay with her in the city because of the animals and the small house that was the base of their family ties, her mother comes to visit her once in a while, to keep in touch her grandma does not want to leave the peacefulness of the place compared to the chaotic environment of the ci

I didn’t feel any hesitation this time. “You’ll regret this, Gemma. Do you really think that my grandson will keep dancing on your fingertips forever?” She arched her brow, “He is a man and men have their dreams and ambitions. Soon, he’ll get bored of you and find another woman. You’ll be left with nothing.” It was a clear threat. I could see a sinister glint in her eyes. She looked more vicious than Aleda Maslow. “I trust him, Grandma. I know he’ll wait until I am ready to have our own kids.” I said before picking the journal, “And thanks for giving me the access to learn from a great woman.” I waved the book at her face before leaving from there.

"I feel like there's a part of me missing, a part that only she could fill. I miss her, grandma, I really do." My grandmother reached out and took my hand in hers, her touch offering both comfort and solace. "Oh, my dear Katia," she said softly, her voice filled with a profound sadness. "Don't feel bad Katia, she was the same thing to me when she was about your age. Ah, Natalya." She said as if reliving a live long gone. "She was fierce and strong headed, but she eventually came around, so I understand your longing, for I too wish she could be here with us. But her spirit lives on in you. You carry her love and her essence within your heart." My grandma spoke still deep in thought, before tu

Thankfully, I remember to lock the door behind us. "So, whose car is this again?" I question while heaving my bag into the trunk. "It's Jordan's grandmas." I stop and look to Jana. "Why does Jordan's grandmother have an SUV?" "I don't know, don't question, just be thankful and get in."

Grandma Helen It has been a while since I've been to the beach. I used to go all the time with my husband Peter when we were younger. We would bring our little girl Annie and watch as she had the time of her life chasing sea crabs and building sand castles. I can still hear her sweet giggle as each new wave crashed to where she was patiently waiting for them on the shore. I stare out into the waves as I reminisce about the past. Peter and I had only been blessed with one child… and then my child left her only child to me to take care of. Both my beloved Annie and Peter are gone. It's just me and Xander, Annie’s son now. A lone tear rolls down my cheek as think about the ones I have loved and

an old woman next to Grave spoke. "But grandma! They're not guests. They are trespassers! We didn't allow them to come to our territory!" Grave objection. "I already said it, Grave. Don't make me repeat it." said the old woman which made Grave throw a fit and walkout. "I apologize for the behavior shown to you by my grandson. I am Mildred and that disrespectful child is my grandson, Grave. He has been leading our town since the death of his father who is my son. Sandro. I'm the only family that he has because his mother also died along with his father. So please forgive my grandson's behavior," said grandma Mildred.