My Grandfather's Blessings Novels & Stories

I said, “But you take care of yourself. We’ll be back in four days.” He nodded, before something caught his attention. Following his gaze behind my shoulder, I found Enzo talking to my grandmother. She was examining his wound, gently tapping it to see if it was still tender. As I glanced back at my grandfather, a warm smile claimed his face, “When we came to you, we were praying to God to let us have a granddaughter in our lives. I think God was sorry for us, and gave us a grandson too.”

Grandfather had always taught me to pray before eating so I was not surprised when Grandfather ordered me to lead the prayer. "Dear Lord God, thank you for this day when we helped many people. Thank you for the knowledge that we have to use in helping people who are in dire need of our services. Thank you for the food that is now on our table that will fill us up before finally rest. May the people who are now in their houses have enough food to fill their bellies? Amen–“

“Formal DNA test and paperwork?” “Exactly.” “Okay. Love you, Mom.” “Love you too, baby.” I hug Dad too. “Congratulations, Grandpa.” He laughs warmly. “Again.” “You know,” I tease, “you’ve become a grandfather of seven in one year.” His smile somehow gets even bigger. “Yes,” he says proudly. “Because I’m blessed.” And honestly? He really is.

He bowed his head like an obedient child and waited. "You have my blessings, go forth and make our family proud. Show them that you deserve to inherit the crown," Tiberius told him. There was a slight softness in his tone as he addressed Adrian. It was clear that he had a soft spot for his grandson. I was sure that soft spot was often taken advantage of. "Thank you, Grandpa. I would also like to receive my new aunt's blessing too," Adrian said in the most polite tone I had ever heard from him.

She huff's and the table laughs. "It's time to state our blessings anyway," Granddad declares while hoisting himself to his feet. Shelby watches with a look of confusion. Granddad shoots her a smile before raising his glass of water. "I have many things to be thankful for this year—one of those being my health. Earlier this year, I had a scare. I won't go into the finer details, but my doctor was concerned I might have colon cancer. After many prayers and some sleepless nights, all the tests came back negative. So, thank the Lord for another healthy year," Granddad says, and we all take a sip from our glasses.

He turned to look at me and his grandson. "We know Grandpa and trust me or us we won't disappoint you and Grandma ever."He grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze. My whole body shivered by the warmness of his palms and electricity shoots through my veins.Now I know why women calls him a god of charm and seduction.He can turn on hormones by his touches but all of it was a cruel lie he was feeding in their heads. "Good..I expect the same.."His grandfather said in same emotionless tone.

It reminded me of Adrian's wound from back then. Shaking my head, I cleared my head with a puff. Then I smiled at the boy, who was already looking much better. "Thank you," he whispered as I patted his head. It felt rewarding. "Come inside," I called out to his old grandparents. I wiped my hands clean as his grandmother clutched his hand, whispering desperate prayers. “Oh, thank the heavens! He is... well!” Relief flooded their expressions, and they turned to me, gratitude shining in their eyes. “Bless you,” the grandfather said, pressing a few worn coins into my palm. “We owe you everything.”

And maybe admiration. Grandfather chuckled, blinking away the sheen in his eyes, “Thank you… All of you. I must say, this has been one of the most unexpected and heartfelt celebrations I’ve ever had.” He stepped forward, resting a hand on my shoulder, “But above all, I thank you, Emelia.” My eyes widened, “Grandfather…”

Then, from among the throng of people, my grandfather appeared—full ceremonial regalia, holding the ancestral blessing staff. He walked proudly, his presence commanding as always. He approached the altar and raised his arms to give the blessing of the family. But I could stand it no longer. I descended. "Alexis!" he called out sharply. "Where do you go?" I did not answer. I kept on walking. "Halt!" he called out again. "This is your duty to your bloodline! You swore you would honor your responsibilities!" I turned slowly around. The entire crowd fell silent. Hundreds of eyes were on me. Lysa's smile wavered. Her joy, like a candle flame in the wind.

“Don’t be sad, my child. Listen to Great-grandpa. What’s said cannot be unsaid, but don’t make any more trouble here. Your mother is a believer, and she believes in doing good deeds. If one is good-hearted, God will bless them and protect who they care about. I think this is also the reason why your dad didn’t punish your grandma.” Baby Robbie was most obedient toward his mommy. As such, he nodded silently and walked out in a dispirited manner. Chloe was no longer at peace, so she questioned Grand Old Master Ares in disbelief, “Dad, what do you mean by that?” Grand Old Master Ares was naturally uncourteous toward her. His face was rather cold, and his voice was not at all gentle when he said