Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

“Not until I have more great-grandchildren, at least.” Bryce’s heart skipped the moment he heard what Nana said. Slowly, almost without realizing what he was doing, his eyes moved to Kimberly. Kimberly felt the heat crawl up her neck. She looked away shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly very interested in the floor. Nana smiled wider. “If you give me more great-grandchildren that will keep me active and busy,” she said cheerfully. “I promise I’ll never fall sick again. I’ll be as strong as I was in my teenage days.”

Host body has completed been exhausted, Host would fall in deep sleep in 30s) (20s) (10s) (5s) (0s) Nana felt her eyes lids felt heavy as darkness grace her vision. T/N:( Nana= Taika)

I said with a light smile, and something flashed in Tia's eyes—like surprise. It made me wonder just how many words I spoke to her. If I tried to talk too much to her, then she will definitely know that something is going on. "Come, my people!" Nana said bustling into the room with a happy smile. There's nothing my Nana loved more than family dinners. Having people she loved around and trying to feed them delicious food—that was a perfect way for her to spend her time. "Let's go eat," she said, taking hold of Tia's hand and leading her toward the dining room, way ahead of us but with Dad following closely.

She extended her wrinkled arm for the requested pinch. “Why do you want to be pinched, Nana?” I asked, taking a seat on the sofa opposite Nana. Nana was sprawled on a sofa in the small cozy living room for family lounging. The big screen TV was on and tuned to a ‘wild animal life’ station when we walked in. Nana had been very engrossed in it but now she didn't seem to pay the koala showing on the screen any attention. “You were holding Glenda?”

Since so few children were brave enough (and so few parents wanted to make the climb) they were usually richly rewarded in the form of handfuls of candy instead of one measly piece. Nana was waiting for Lauren on the porch, sitting in her rocker reading an Isabel Allende novel. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting plaid blouse. Her long white hair was bound in a single braid at the back of her head. A can of Tab was open on the small wooden table next to her, and Lauren knew she’d probably had a half-dozen cans already. She didn’t think a seventy-year-old woman should be drinking so much caffeine and chemicals, but Nana—her real name was Joanne Gehlinger, but she always we

Rukayyah verballed, moseying out of Nana's closet with beautiful golden glass-like heels and clutch. Nana did a little touch up to her golden brown dove hijab before stepping into the heels and holding the clutch –putting in her phone and other small necessities. The girls took a lot of pictures before they waved goodbye to Nana that they'll meet her there. She asked about her parents and in-laws but they said it's not for the geriatrics but for the youngsters. Nana shook her head sideways at that.

She barked, and they all robotically formed the line with their disheveled hair. Nana Gina glared at them before speaking, “I want this to be the last time I’ll be waking you girls up. You aren’t pups and even pups know the exact time to wake up, my last warning girls, or this matter will get to the Alpha.” She threatened, and I saw their facial expressions change. “We’re sorry, Nana Gina.” They apologized with their faces down. “You have ten minutes to get ready.” She said, and they all rushed to the bathroom. Nana Gina faced me, and all that frown I saw earlier wasn’t there.

"Now, behave, baby. Your grandmother can be a bit...prickly, but you'll just have to tolerate it for a while. Then Mommy will come get you, okay?" Chelsea had always bristled when his mother spoke to him like a toddler. He'd simply nodded, and his mother had left after planting a kiss on his cheek. As soon as the door shut, his Nana slipped her glasses back on and said, "I made cookies." She took his arm and led him to a spacious kitchen filled with baking equipment.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

Yuck even I feel creepy whenever I think about it. My nana, my beautiful nana. Her name is Jasmine but I call her Nana. She was 19 when she came to my parents' house. My mother always taunted her unnecessarily because she was young, beautiful, and single. but Nana never left the GREY mansion because of me. She told me that she fell in love at first with me. My black orbs pulled her towards me. I smile at her words. I entered my castle. "GOLDEN SUNSHINE Castle"