Novel & Cerita The War With Grandpa Book

He went through the other pages and it was the same- pictures of refined, pretty ladies from elite families all around the country. "My boy, what do you think? Do you find any of them to your liking?" grandpa asked with a smile. "They are uglier than that monkfish," he mumbled. "Monkfish! Who's a monkfish?" grandpa turned gossipy. "None of your business!" he put down the book and rose. "Grandpa, please don't do this next time. Well, I'm glad you're okay. I'll take my leave." he bowed slightly before leaving.

“Okay, but you go first.” “Fair enough,” I said, pretending to think hard. “Alright, here’s my secret: When I was your age, I used to sneak into Grandpa’s study to borrow his old records. But I blamed it on Smokey, the cat, whenever something went missing.” Evan’s eyes widened. “Grandpa had a cat?” “Yep. Big, grumpy guy who always looked like he was judging me. Poor Smokey got blamed for everything. Scratched books, missing records, broken vases—you name it.”

"A few decades ago, which was when my grandpa was young, the Shaw family had always been in the military and politics. At that time, he had been stationed at the borders all year round, and he had offended plenty of criminals surviving at the borders of those lawless regions. Those kinds of people were very cruel. They were no match for my grandpa, so they thought of ways to abduct my grandma. Back then when Eva's grandfather was not the Shaw family's housekeeper yet, he was his follower. My grandpa had taught him combat skills, marksmanship, and so on. Eva's grandfather was very gifted in this aspect and he was also very bold. After my grandma had been abducted, it was Eva's grandfather who

Grandpa patted her hand,"I'm not worried about my three children. You're the only one who can't let me go. Although you're a doctor, you've seen a lot of life and death, and you know how death is, you don't want to accept these things happening to you. You haven't felt the blade of time and don't know its cruelty. Sometimes I wonder if your parents Spoiled, let you grow up.Like our generation, wars come and go, go and come again. We have to take care of ourselves like an adult.Don't be sad because your loved ones are gone. Treat them well when they are alive. Don't miss them when they are gone, you know? " "Grandpa..." Elisa White's tears fell down. Holding grandpa 's hand, he clenched and l

They learned I wasn't some easy target and didn't dare harass me again. At first, Uncle Grant worried that everything around me was getting too complicated, but he slowly relaxed after a while. Sometimes, he still held me out of nowhere, anxious about my safety. Of course, I took the chance to snuggle into his arms, tug up his shirt, and ask in a sweet voice, "Then, will you work a little harder tonight and help me train, Uncle Grant?" Uncle Grant always fell for that. His voice would go hoarse as he held me and walked toward the bedroom. "You asked for this. Don't cry later."

I felt Grandma sit near me. “Why aren't you scared,” My eyes look at some of the servant's kids playing in the garden. I wish I could be carefree like that. “Wars like this happen; my husband went on one and never returned, my sons and stepsons went, some returned, and some didn't, and now, one of my grandsons was going; we just need to prepare our minds for the worst,” before Grandma could finish talking I burst into tears. “I …. I .. don't want to prepare for the worse; I was just getting to know him; I don't want that,” I sobbed louder and in between hiccups.

But my tears wouldn't just stop. ‘You must have gotten your mate by now and your wolf right? I hope he's so handsome just like me and your wolf, so gorgeous like your moms.’ I read, I shook my head in tears, “Not yet papa, not yet!” I replied. ‘Even if you haven't gotten them yet, you will. All you need is time.’ I read further. This was indeed him, I could feel his presence at the moment. He always had his way of comforting me and making me smile. ‘You must be very curious to know what I have hidden up my sleeves and you would get to know soon enough. This book is more like the heirloom of my family. Everything you need to know about our skills and the tactics of war is written here. It's s

Juno stood up from the table so abruptly that she almost knocked it over, her gray eyes sparking as she looked at Gia. "This isn't over," she growled under her breath, before exiting the restaurant. Gia felt a chill run through her, but Grandma patted her hand. "Don't worry about him, dear," she smiled mischievously. "My grandson may look like a lion, but he's really just a grumpy kitten. You'll see how he'll get over it." What Gia didn't know was that this was just the beginning of a war that neither of them were prepared to fight.

John's side, and stood ready to comb his hair. Chapter 146 - The graffiti on the monument insulting Bianca was her doing. At this moment, Grandpa's appearance startled Frost. In his memory, when he was very young, Grandpa had been this furious before. Frost was 12 at that time and had lived with Grandpa. Grandpa and Grandma were going to India to inspect the construction of a hospital and asked Frost's parents to take care of him. Frost's parents readily took him, as if Grandpa and Grandma had always monopolized Frost and deprived them of the chance to take care of him.

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son.