Seducing Grandpa Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

The studio audience practically melts. I want to put my fist through the television. The woman who used to beg for my attention, who once told me she would rather have five minutes of my time than a lifetime with anyone else, is giving her smiles to another man. Her touches. Her body. And the bastard is my father's illegitimate son. "Look at them," voices from nearby tables drift over. "So beautiful together." "You can tell they're really in love." "Goals, honestly." The sharp noise of metal striking porcelain catches the attention of everyone within a ten-foot range.

Grandpa asked, and a wave of fury flashed across my face as I watched all the judgmental people nodding in agreement with Grandpa's absurd words. "Since when you started to put your interest in an actress's personal information, Grandpa?" I tried to not appear rude, but damn I couldn't control my emotions at all. Seeing my evident rage, Grandpa's tone softened. "Taking out your lust is fine, dear, Derek, but don’t think this woman could become a part of our family,” Grandpa stated wisely while I just sneered out loud. “FYI, Grandpa, I don't only lust for this woman, but love too…

Grandpa was over there, smiling like an idiot. What's wrong with this old man? I asked myself. Grandpa didn't wait for her to hug him. He walked right up to her and gave her a big bear hug. Everyone's mouths fell agape. We were waiting for Grandpa to pull away from the young girl, but he just pressed himself closer to her breasts. Jesus Christ! My grandpa is a pervert. Gerry stepped in to the rescue. He held Grandpa's shoulders like he was giving him a massage and slightly pulled him away from Chastity. "And this is my Grandpa, Wesley," Gerry ground his teeth together as he introduced Grandpa.

Third Person POV Watching Melissa beam at the idea of going out with random men just doesn’t sit right with Andrew. He stays there, completely dumbstruck, waiting for either of them to say that they’re joking. But no such thing comes. In fact, Grandpa seems hyped. More energetic than Andrew has ever seen since Grandpa came back from the Netherlands. “I know just the one,” Grandpa says, raising his hand happily. “I know just the right man who will sweep you off your feet.”

This was a perfectly young, handsome, surreal man that they could only see on television! The man walked toward the elderly man. Every step he took was right on beat with the heartbeat of those young teenage girls. He encompassed a naturally born type of charm and majesty. "Grandpa, if you continue to run off without telling me, don't blame me for sending you into a fully guarded retirement home." His voice sounded very gentle, yet his tone was threatening. The elderly man turned his dull eyes toward his grandson. Despite his impaired vision, he looked very prestigious too, especially when he knocked his white can on the ground. "I dare you."

Even then, I found it unbelievable. I ran to my dad's room and immediately asked, "Is Grandpa a pervert? I saw him hugging Grandma's foot just now. Does he have a foot fetish?" "Your grandfather is warming your grandmother's feet. Your grandmother's body isn't in its best shape, and her hands and feet are always ice-cold. Your grandfather can't bear to see her like that. Just pretend you didn't see anything, and never mention it to him."

“He played me from the start, seduced me, used me, then passed me around like a whore.” She looks straight at me now, her eyes wide and watery. The pity in her gaze is deliberate. “He was the Romancer, Grandpa. He made me think I was special. But the whole time, he was planning to throw me away.” The entire room goes still, all eyes locked on her. Sophia steps closer, milking every moment, each movement choreographed to perfection. She’s reeling them in, like a master manipulator in her element.

"Grandpa, I'll visit mom once in a while, and during that time, I'll also visit grandpa and grandma at your residence. I might take Damian to get acquainted with you. Maybe, if Uncle Hendry is free, I'll take Uncle Hendry to visit everyone, too." Selena lowered her voice, softening it as she looked at her grandfather. Based on Axel's words, Selena seduced the old man a little, breaking his equally fragile heart. Axel was right, her grandfather just didn't want Selena to look down on him and wanted to be an important person in her life. The man really liked it when someone depended on him. That's why he used to hate it when Sabrina chose to be independent. Grandpa seemed to melt a little with

“I’m not lying, Gramps. She is my friend and we already live together. We just want your blessings, old man. Or, do you not want to have great grand children anymore? I don’t know where the girl you chose for me could be. I want to have an heir with Selina. Isn’t that what you have always wanted? I finally found a girl to give you an heir. You should be grateful.” Eddie joked with him, sounding offended. “Fine, I’ll break up with her then. No more great grand kids!” he lets out sternly, pretending to be furious at his grandfather. The old man furrowed his brow in Thought as if he was waiting for the cameras to come out and prove that this is a prank on his fragile heart.