Stories From My Gay Grandparents Novels & Stories

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

"It's important to know where we come from and the stories that have shaped us." The children's eyes lit up with curiosity, their youthful eagerness shining through. They scooted closer, their faces filled with anticipation. "Tell us a story, Grandma," one of them pleaded, their voice filled with excitement. I nodded, taking a deep breath to summon the memories of generations past. "I'll tell you about your great-grandparents, the ones who started this beautiful journey of love and family." I began to weave a tale of resilience and love, recounting the stories of our ancestors who had overcome hardships and celebrated joyous moments. The children listened intently, their imaginations paintin

He said with all the love, “Like your parents-in-law, you are not a fuc*ker! Right?” Hihi. Yup! That’s my grandpa. My father’s father. Mr. Steward Graner.” *** Ashley’s pov The color must have drained off my face. I was avoiding eye contact with granny. “I have never seen anyone making out in a hospital room. Or bathroom. That was giving me so many wild ideas. In my time, we just used to do the deed in our bedroom. This generation has taken it to the next level.” She was talking to me in a serious tone.

Graycort asked. “You’re not exactly subtle, Kai,” Dad laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. Mom grinned at her friends. “I used to have a hard time believing those stories my grandfather used to tell about my grandmother. She immigrated to Louisiana from Colombia. Grandpa loved talking about the day he met my grandmother. He’d been setting traps for animals, and swore he saw a lynx walk into one. When he went to check it, he found a very naked, very angry, very pretty, Colombuian woman swearing at him in rapid Spanish. Grandma would just smack him upside the head, and call him, ‘idiota negro.’”

Grandpa Holston laughed “He was the most popular person among us old fogies.” “He broke the heart of every unmarried girl when he married your great grandmother.” Grandpa Holston’s laughter became heartier as he reminisced the good old days. “What was heart breaking for them was that your great grandmother was welcomed into the house without the slightest bit of resistance from your great-great-grandparents even though she was from a poor household.”

It was only after their death did my grandparents, Erika and Simon Payne contact me. I sighed at the memory of my grandpa. He was a kind man who loved granny Erika unconditionally, accepting her even after knowing her true identity. His pack, the Windcrest Pack, threatened to expel him if he accepted my granny as his mate. He paid no heed to their threats and left his pack for her. Ever since, they have lived a peaceful life here in Tetlinville.

he fills me in. Both sets of my grandparents got along great so I’m not surprised grandpa went to visit them. Grandpa Mihalis was a former member of the Greek Mafia, but he and Grandma Noemi have both retired from their life of crime. I miss them very much, so I visit them when I can, or they visit us here. “And how has retirement been for you?” I ask suspiciously. Grandpa Titus is also retired but has a hard time letting go. He shrugs, “It’s been like retirement. Nothing worth reporting.”

She shared something that made me stop hugging her and face her. "Are you telling the truth, Mom? But I thought those kinds of stories were not true. That they were just stories made up of our descendants." I commented. "She is. They did not make up the stories. That's the truth. We are supposed to share it from generation to generation. Still, since it's been a long time since your Mom and I decided not to tell you about it," Grandma explained. "We live in a modern era and thought they did not exist already. I also do not think we still have that blood running through our veins. My grandparents did not end up with wolves. They decided to stop it and got married to normal people."

“You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?” Preston froze, then his eyes flicked between my face and Grandpa’s, picking up the resemblance. Finally, he laughed in mock realization. “I see it now. You’re this woman’s grandfather!” He slapped his thigh dramatically. “You old fool! Your granddaughter is pretending to be the chairman’s granddaughter, and now you’re pretending to be the chairman, aren’t you? Is scamming a family business?” “You!” Grandpa broke into a violent coughing fit. He was shaking in anger.

I mentally wanna slap myself because I know that my grandma is teasing us. “Follow me” My grandma walks to the living room and sits on the couch. Lena and I follow my grandma to the living room and we sit in front of my grandma. Lena and I sit in silence… “When I was in high school, I had a girlfriend…she's the most beautiful girl in my high school” My grandma starts the conversation. Lena and I staring each other awkwardly, “So you were gay?” I say. “Hmm... I’m not labeling myself” My grandma says. Lena moves her body and says “Umm… interesting” She leans her chin to her left hand.