Stories From My Gay Grandparents Novels & Stories

“She can and that is why she is the one I am getting married too. She has always been special, since I got to know her, not long ago anyway.” Grandpa nods, his eyes flickering softly over their intertwined hands. “I am in the mood to tell you both a story, want to hear a story about myself and your grandma?” Claude groans while Sam nods excitedly, willing anything to take her mind off the fact that her hands are currently intertwined in her supposed contract husband’s hands.

After that, he even let me see his old photos. With a brief smile, he said, “I made a discovery today.” It turns out that Grandma was one of the three beautiful ladies of Holtbay City. Grandpa was also very handsome. It’s no surprise that your entire family exudes such great charm. Travis misunderstood. Travis believed Hailey was jealous when she saw the pictures of the grandparents, who represented them as a perfect couple. Therefore, he was upset. He could cure that jealousy when they became a couple in the future. For now, he would let her endure that jealousy. Who asked her not to have improper thoughts about him?

As spring began again, everything was revitalized. Grandfather pulled me in and said, "Like." "Like what?" "Like your grandmother." "Grandfather, don't be sad." That year, I was already fourteen years old, and I knew more, and heard more stories about my grandfather and grandmother from other people's ears. Incredibly, when I first heard the story of my grandfather and grandmother, I was angry, angry at my grandfather for not knowing people well, not knowing what was good and bad, and my grandfather was too self-righteous, and didn't know anything, so he wasted his time and hurt my grandmother.

and we both started laughing. He said, "You were right. You didn't have time to tell me this story before. But I have one question. You kept referring to your grandparents in the present tense. Are they still around?" I said, "Oh yeah. They're very much alive. They actually live in Gabriel's pack still." He said, "Why haven't we went to see them?" I said, "Life. We've just been either too busy or I've been in a coma." Damien chuckled at that and said, "When we go home, we need to go see them. There is no telling how much longer you will have with them. I never knew my grandparents. I would love to know yours." I said, "We can do that. They really are a lot of fun. But you will not be able to

Though I detested smoking, the scent of my grandpa's pipe was something I had grown to love, and I cherished the memories it evoked in me. "Smoking will be the death of you," Grandma remarked, still engrossed in her horror novel. Grandpa laughed heartily as he knocked down one of my pawns. "My love, you've been saying that for almost five decades, yet here I am, alive and kicking." She dropped her book and reached for a glass of water. "Well, I don't know about kicking. Your old body can't even stay upright on its own." We all chuckled at that. It was customary to find my grandparents teasing each other and cracking jokes. They were a lively couple, and that's how they had raised me - with l

I parted my lips, ready to fire back something sharp, but before a single word could leave my mouth, Ava’s elbow dug into my side. I glanced at her, and she was already shaking her head, her eyes silently warning me to let it go. I let out a hiss and face straight ahead. "Last week alone I went on 49 blind dates." I said. "And you couldn't match with a single woman? I'm beginning to believe the rumors are true. You must be really into men." Grandpa said as the color drained out of my face. "I'm not gay old man." "Are you sure? 49 beautiful, well educated women and they all come from good families. And not one single one caught your interest? You better come out clean to me now let's figure t

“Your grandparents knew we’re mates and that you gave us a chance to get to know each other...” “And? They already agreed, although I’ll still—” I froze on my spot, the words I was about to say hung in the air as realisation hit me. My grandparents knew? About me being gay? They knew! I’m pretty sure I sounded so gay when I admitted to them the connection I felt with Heli! But they didn’t act like it was a big deal, like what I was expecting when I thought of telling them the truth before. Their only problem is it was a vampire I’m attracted to.

So I looked at him badly. "What are you? Short? Can I kick your balls Ken?" I raised my eyebrows and asked him. Don't make me angry now hubby huh, I'm not in the mood because I thought it was true but I just imagined the p*tangina! "Whatever!" He said like a child. It's okay huh! I brought my hand to him and pinched his grandfather, he cried because of that. Don't blame me now why I'm holding on to you, you're gay!

“Instead of my daughter, why don't my son marry yours.” What the fuck. I smirk. This is getting interesting. Well, my parents won't have a problem with me marrying a guy. My grandparents were gay. They love each other so much that when my grandpapa died, my granddad couldn't bear the pain and died after a few weeks. I actually miss them. Life was a bit better when they were with us. “That isn't our agreement, you know that….” “It's okay.” Mum cuts dad off. “Whether your daughter or son, it's okay. You just know what you have to do. Right, Mr. Reed?”

I followed him everywhere like a lost puppy. On one of his visits, which was during the Halloween season, he told me a particularly chilling story about his teen years at fifteen. Grandpa loved to tell me scary stories and there was nothing I liked more. It was our thing. I’m older now, and I have a husband and children of my own, but I wanted to relate this story to those who can appreciate the eternal love grandparents have for their grandchildren, and I promise you, if you stay until the end, you will be rewarded. My Grandpa’s story began like this: