Mi Abuelo Es Un Peligro 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Look at this picture carefully Abe. Burn it into your eyes and engrave it in your mind. When you get to the academy and you meet this boy, do not under any circumstances, offend him! It will be best if you could befriend him. If not, stay away from him. If you offend him, I will not be able to save you. Even your grandfather will be helpless!" Breaking away from his flashback, Abelard looked at the boy again. His mumbling and stuttering figure cut a sorry sight as he struggled to answer the question. Even then he still did not underestimate the blue eyed boy. His father's voice shook when he warned him a few months back! His father was not a man who succumbed to fright. For him to show fear

"What should I do to him, boss?" I smirk at the helpless guy through the video call. He's so young and penniless, just like his father. I doubt he's going to make any difference in his life any year from now. He'll end up ageing and wasting his life. "It's regrettable, your son has to pay for your sins." I turn to the old man beside me. Tied up to a chair and helpless just like his son in the video. The pleasure it gave me to know I have so much power and dominance over souls like these.

There is no way I want Gabriel to think I'm getting her pregnant! This startles my grandfather out of his contented superior look and he pushes back from his chair and is now leaning over his desk with his hands bracing him. He looks ready to punish me for insubordination. "Well, we'll have to fix that won't we! If you don't stay away from the little maid, she may end up in an accident similar to her mother," he threatens.

"I’m happy we get to live together again. With you. And the new house. And the swimming pool. Daddy said it looks like Iron Man’s house." I set the plate down on the table, sat, wiped my hands, and finally looked at the screen. "Iron Man’s house doesn’t have fingerprint alarms and bulletproof windows, sweetheart. This place is more like a P*******t-inspired panic bunker." Ash didn’t care. He nodded excitedly and moved the tablet to show me his giant suitcase, already packed with toys, dinosaur books, and what looked like a nugget-shaped character pillow. "Abuela said your house looks like a castle. But with alarms that beep if a fly goes by."

“Don’t worry so much, Gabby. They didn’t show anything, not like they did after he killed the girl’s boyfriend, anyway. Now that was gross. The corpse turned a dark, gray color and—” “Papá!” I shouted, springing up to find the remote control. “He’s only ten years old. He can’t watch this kind of crap.” “Nonsense,” Papá snorted, waving aside my concerns. “The boy knows it’s a story and not real. It won’t corrupt him.” “Yeah, Gabs. Chill out,” Miguel added with a worldly roll of his eyes. “I’m fine.” I sighed and sat back down to gape at the two males incredulously. They really saw nothing wrong with the situation.

Oliver pulled his phone out to check from earlier. Fuck, “Dad, I need to go,” Oliver called after him. Stefen turned around, “No, you will help. Our pack and the local packs are counting on us to help. Whatever it is, can wait. This is a danger to us all.” It really wasn’t, because he was the rouge, it was only a danger to those who had harmed her. “Dad…” “No.” Stefen’s tone was firm. “Make whatever calls you need, but you are here tonight. Don’t make me order you, I’m just starting to become proud of you lately. You have ten minutes.” Stefen walked away.

Only that, for the past two days, my heart hadn’t been at one place after Abuela came to the hospital to drop the bomb on us; Kiera and Gabriel were to visit her and spend the weekend at her place together. How the heck did Abuela think of that? She didn’t even explain how she found out about Kiera’s condition, and location. She just claimed to have eyes everywhere. What were we supposed to do with that? The connection between Kiera and Gabriel was like a live wire, sparking with potential danger. No matter how much Kiera claimed she wanted nothing to do with him, a part of her was still attached to Gabriel, and it would take as little as leaving them both in a room alone to spike that drow

I knew Isabella’s Grandpa, Mateo, was quite old-fashioned. And very blunt in his words. In fact, on many occasions, I have to say I had found him quite amusing, especially after he had had a few drinks. Uncle Gabe was nothing like his Dad in that regard, I don’t think. Maybe in the way that they both had a seriously unique sense of humor, but anything more than that, then no. But right now, I was not finding Mateo funny. Far from it. His words were cutting. Harsh. And I could see the fear in Isabella’s eyes. Not to mention the pain and the upset. This was exactly what she had been fearing, and despite all my reassurances, it was happening...

She said. “Ma is a wolfless omega without family or a pack, remember?” Rodrigo sneered. “These guys suckered you.” “Ma is in the pack hospital.” I said. “Did you not know that papa, was beating her and starving her? She is the one who called them for help. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known about their existence either, Rodrigo.” “Papa was beating and starving ma? No way.” He said, refusing to believe us. Then my abuelo grabs his hand and Rodrigo goes into a trance. What the hell? I’ve never seen that before. What is abuelo doing? When abuelo pulls his hand back, Rodrigo is looking at him in shock.

Of course, I am crazy about her. Fabio smirks at Mia and turns around to gather his boys. "I have to Rico. Furthermore, I am already feeling better" She squeezes my hand but I don't respond. "My grandfather is dangerous, and now that we have Mum, he will use any means to get what he wants, we can't relax Rico" Her brows worriedly furrow and I quickly nod. "I know, sweetheart. One more day. I am asking you to rest for one more day" Mia groans walking away from me and I follow her.