Wish Grandpas Never Died Novels & Stories

Casper let out a thin smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t touch your wife. I won’t even tell her about your death. I will only make her feel that you left her, to make her think that you betrayed her. The pain will break her heart and eventually lead to her death.” Grandpa was furious, angry and remorseful. He never failed with this method except when he used it on Casper. “You…” he was bleeding through his mouth and nose, as life drained out of him. His last words were swallowed by death. Casper removed his phone and made a call.

After we had told all our friends and family of this development, Brandon, Aria, and I headed home. The whole ride home, Brandon and Aria were lost in their thoughts. His plan to fake his death had flopped, and the lottery prize claim day was only a month away. It looked like I would be getting my fair share, whether he liked it or not. I was the only one in the car who seemed to be having a good time, munching on snacks and sipping my drink with a grin. Aria shot me a look that could curdle milk. "All you do is eat. When are you going to give me a grandson?"

Nancy Cole looked at Anaan in the long light of the evening and thought of her father as a young man in a photograph, standing in this same garden, smiling with his whole face. She thought he would have wanted her to be happy. She thought, with a clarity that did not require argument, that she was. — END — HIS GRANDFATHER'S LAST WISH

Days went on. Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months, and months became a year. A lot of things happened. Joaquin Dinero, Mavie's patient, passed away in his nap with Judas and Mavie right beside him. His body had seemed to reject the medications, and in Judas' dreams, his grandpa spoke to him that he was too tired and wanted to join his wife in peace. Ever since then, the grandson was torn between the sadness to let his grandpa go, and another sorrow that he was refusing to grant the last, one and only wish the old man seemed to have asked of Judas, the grandson.

The two shared a quiet, cheerful morning. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine opened the door, only to find a stranger on the porch. He looked like a local from the village. She narrowed her eyes, and her voice was cautious. "Who are you?" The man, Manfred Wheeler, glanced inside the house. After confirming there wasn't a man around, his attitude turned noticeably casual. "I'm Megan's uncle, Manfred Wheeler. I'm here to take her home," he said. Before Justine could respond, he added, "By the way, I heard her grandma died in a car accident. That should've come with a good payout. Don't think about keeping it for yourself."

Grace Lauren doesn't expect Grandfather Gray would agree so fast. Being afraid that the boiled duck flies away, and not daring to threat anymore, Grace Lauren quickly holds up five fingers and says with a flattering smile, "Grandfather, is this number okay?" "Five million is okay, but from now on, my great-grandson has nothing to do with you! Do you understand?" Grandfather Gray stares at Grace Lauren, "If you keep making trouble, I can't vouch for the money nor your life!"

I devoted my life to bringing national treasures home. When Grandpa heard about my achievements, his smile was so wide and genuine it was almost childlike. He was so lost in the moment, he didn't even notice he'd lost his hand at poker. As the sun sank low, it stretched our shadows long and thin across the plowed ridges of the fields. I was truly happy I had found happiness in this lifetime. The End.

Then both my grandfather and father came into my room as their forehead twisted at me. "Son, talk to your son, I just asked for a grandson but he shouted at me" she moaned as she hugged Daddy. I took a deep breath and looked at them. "Leyla, do our last wish baby... We want to see a little prince or a princess before we die" Grandpa started acting. This time I just scratched my forehead, why is everyone here at home good at acting? Grandma and Grandpa are stronger than Buffalo sometimes they hang out at the club even though they are old

Lilly looks to Gramps. “I’ve waited 20 years for a mate, I can wait another few hours,” Gramps smiles. “EWWW,” All the cousins say as we turn to start the party. I notice Grandpa is very pouty and grandmother rolls her eyes at him as the day progresses. “What is up?” I ask sitting next to Grandpa with cake. “You know if my mate had died maybe I would have the hot witch as a second chance,” Grandpa pouts. “You got the hot Lycan Princess, Gramps got a murdering traitor,” I say raising my eyebrows at him. “I think you still win.”

"Mom, Dad… I know I messed up. How long are the gods going to keep punishing me for this? He showed up again… I just wanted to start over. Why is that so hard?" From the words she forced out between broken sobs, I slowly pieced everything together. The delinquent who had tricked Mom back then had shown up again. She had gotten pregnant too young and had given birth in a dorm bathroom. That had turned her into the biggest joke in her entire school and that small town. When Grandpa got the news, he'd had a heart attack on the spot and couldn't be saved. Grandma hadn't been able to handle the blow and had followed him soon after.