Real Grunkle Stan Novels & Stories

I looked up at Gran in confusion as he smiled widely. "I bequeath eighty percent of my shares to my grandson, Nate Stuart." I gaped at him. What was he talking about? "But you are very much alive and well..." I stuttered, unable to process what I was hearing. "There's no need to announce a will." "Just take it, Nate. You've worked for it all your life and this is the smallest thing I can do for you." At times like this, it was difficult to understand Gran. He was cold and harsh sometimes but he showed fatherly love at other times. It was hard to reconcile this side of him to the one that scolded me for the slightest shortcomings.

This guy must be nuts! I was trying to make sense out of his last statement but I was left dumbfounded. He wanted me to abandon Shey like garbage? Hell no! I massaged my forehead and plastered a mocking grin. Stan stood up, eyes still on me and said, "My niece was a broken glass. She lost all her trust in love after that incident. She was severely traumatized not because she became a sex slave for two days but because she couldn't accept that her mate ruined her."

Both Efe and Maryam were sitting under a canopy reserved for family members alongside Stanley. "Woah, are you my sister or someone else?" Efe teased in amazement. "Definitely someone else." Grace smiled and hugged her brother. "Thanks for coming." "Always Gracie, I will never be too busy for you." He said with his eyes closed as he stroked her hair. Meanwhile, Stanley was moving his arms up and down at Margret as he smiled, revealing two sets of teeth growing from his upper gum. He wanted her to carry him.

The road ahead was shrouded in mist. I kept my foot on the accelerator and soon saw the terrific so-called haunted house. I parked the car and looked at the house. This is where I was to live for the rest of my holidays. I thought about how grandad had said about how much fun he has in this old rickety house and this neighborhood. I have faith in my granddad when he says I'll have lots of fun as well.. I woke up at 6 the next day, went down the stairs and saw my grandad reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee. Good old grandad, he still hasn't changed.

My fingers curled into fists. Then she raised her voice deliberately. “Everyone should take a good look at her.” My heart skipped painfully. “This is Rora Grayson,” Malice announced proudly. “The bankrupt daughter. Her family owes one billion.” Murmurs erupted instantly. “And she came chasing my fiancé for money,” Malice continued sweetly. “When that failed, she slept with a strange man on her engagement night.” Gasps coming from them, followed by their laughter. They gave me disgusted looks.

The elderly woman said, Randall bobbed then turned his head from the view of the hefty woman—she was too tall for the King to see his front. “Granny Chan is that you?” he asked, delighted to see his one time old friend from the Forest Nymphs Kingdom in her butterfly outfit. Granny Chan wobbly walked in front of the hefty woman then touched her body to her armoured chest. She gently tap it thrice. “Wow… Randall my son. How do you become this big and tall… ? And your chest area felt a little bit bigger than normal… “ she said, slowly for she was blind. “Actually I’m… “

"Do you know what you're saying?" Stanley ignored her. With a smile, he looked at his four cousins. "Aren't I right? We're a family, and we should discuss things calmly. Others will ridicule us if we get physical with each other." "Ridicule? Stanley, why would you feel embarrassed when you're already a wretched person?" said Tessa, the eldest of the four cousins. Stanley was the son of her oldest uncle and the third among his siblings. In terms of seniority, Stanley was older.

Stanley, in particular, had a sour expression as he stood behind her. "Don't you think you're being a little disrespectful to your cousin? It's not about whether I can't afford to drive such a good car. I just don't think it's necessary to waste all that money on such needless extravagance. Grandma's principle has always been to increase income and reduce expenditure. I am merely sticking to that." Stanley sneered coldly, and said again, "It's bad enough that you're being wasteful, and it's even worse when you look down on your family members."

the old man angrily said for his assistant to rushed and call Micheal Stan. Inside Aaron study, he smile seeing how drastic his work was. The both companies owns by the Stan is already going bankruptcy. “You don’t go around doing as you wish Stan” Aaron said closing his laptop. Inside the apartment Micheal and his men are, his phone began to ring. “ grandpa” he picked to hear scream.

he asked, his voice steady but filled with trepidation, The door creaked open, and Stanley's grandfather, a stern and formidable man, peered out. His eyes narrowed when he saw Stanley standing there, Barbara by his side, "What do you want, boy?" his grandfather grumbled, his tone icy, Stanley took a step forward, his voice filled with determination. "Grandfather, I know you disapprove of my relationship with Barbara," he began, "But she is the love of my life. I cannot imagine a future without her, Please, reconsider our Intentions," Stanley pleaded,