Nana Visitor Young Novels & Stories

I was stunned to hear Nana's words, "But Nana, will it be okay for Kayla?" I asked anxiously. Nana laughed softly, "that person also has the right to Kayla. Why do we even obey the Kayla game? If it weren't for your request as my grandson, everything that happened back then didn't make sense to me. We've even protected Kayla even though she's overseas, right? So never mind. You take care of Violen," said Nana. And the conversation ended

If he were to refuse her demands, she could end his life in an instant. "You're a clever young man. Now, take me to your home," the young lady demanded with a faint smile. "Oh, by the way, my name is Logan. May I know how I should address you?" asked Logan. "Oh? Since you're curious, you can call me Nana," the young woman replied calmly. Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at the idea of suddenly accepting a 17-year-old lady as his Nana. It appeared that the young lady in front of him was, in fact, an old woman in her late 70s.

Goosebumps formed on my bare hands and this wasn’t because of the cold only, his touch were igniting and soothing. “I was, but then i found Lucas and he was quite upset so i told him to take me to see you two before you left.” Nana looked about sixty but there was a high chance she was older, her grey hair was trimmed into a neat bob that framed her face, her lips coated in a deep red lipstick smiled at me. She was still in her outfit from earlier but then she walked u to me and grabbed my hands squeezing them gently.

he asked. “This?“ I scoffed, seething with anger. “If you’re only here to mock my living, I suggest you leave now!” “Truth hurts?” he raised an eyebrow and continued, “I’m here because Nana is asking to see you again. She has cancer and has requested me to ask you to visit her before she passes away.” My eyes widened in concern and disbelief. “Nana has cancer?” “Of course, it’s a common reaction for someone who leaves without a word and changes their name. If it weren’t for Nana, I wouldn’t be here today. Being with this little dirty room—”

Nana said on the other side. "I will, Nana. Please take care of yourself, okay? I'll be back in a few days and then I'll visit you." "Don't worry about me. I'm fine here, just enjoy it there, will you?" "Nana, it's a work trip, not a vacation." "Well, from what you always tell me, your job is very close to a vacation. I can't wait to meet Benjamin, and also this young man you call 'boss'. I want to know everything when you get back." Nana laughed and coughed a bit because of the effort.

Only a few of them understood the language and sadly, only Bon and the chief parent could speak it well. As I walked toward 'Nana's' hut, I noticed that everyone was staring at me. I realized maybe it was because my clothes were different from theirs and they were from the mountains and were not used to seeing people like me. "We're not bad people, don't worry," Bon said and gave me a simple smile. Because I was still worried about Jack’s condition I wasn’t able to reciprocate it. So I just gave him a small nod and kept silent. Soon, I finally reached the hut where their village chief resided. They called her Nana. She was a 94-year-old woman who had ornaments all over her body and tattoos t

The visit was going to be a disaster at best, and an absolute catastrophe at worst. “Come give Nana a kiss, you two,” Nana said as we entered the living room. She rose from the recliner and extended her arms to us. We hurried to do as we were told, capitalising on the good mood we’d found the often-critical woman in. That insults hadn’t greeted us at the door was testament enough to the goodwill she was willing to extend to us and neither of us dared throw it back in her face. “Tara, don’t you see your cousins? Nana asked, chiding the girl who smiled silently to herself at whatever image had flashed across her phone.

I extend my hand for a handshake, and she takes it. “Nice to meet you,” I say. “Call me Nana. You are so beautiful. It is so good to see that Tay has finally come to his senses. You are a natural beauty.” She caresses my cheek. “And a badass too, Nana,” Nate adds. “True. I saw the video online,” Nana says, looking at me, and my face turns red with embarrassment. People must think that I am a jealous fiancée. Oh, God! “Don’t feel bad about it, dear. I have always wanted to give her a head smack, but you did a lot better than I would,” Nana says, giggling. She reminds me of Nora.

It made me feel more at ease to know that Nana wasn’t all alone, living on a land that’s practically isolated from society. George was the youngest and he was a couple of years younger than me. He had dirty blonde hair that reached his earlobes the last time that I saw him and all the other kids were tanned from working under the sun so much. I laughed, “Alright Nan. I need to step out for a minute and make a few calls, I’ll drop by the room to unpack and wash up for dinner right after.” She nodded mindlessly, already picking up her book from her lap; seems like the passion to read runs in the family.

The kind that was supposed to make you feel better. "Jems, I'll take this up to your mum," Nana said, preparing a small tray with a modest portion of the risotto, some vanilla yogurt, chocolate chip ice cream, and a few pieces of dark chocolate. "I'll make sure she eats something. You don't have to worry." Nana had been Emily's nanny since she was a baby. She'd worked for Emily's parents for decades and had watched Emily grow from a little girl into a woman. She knew exactly what to give Emily when she was hurting. She knew all her favorites.