Greatgrandma Stories

Natasha O'Neal and Nathan Heaton were drugged by Natasha step sister, Lisa Wilson. Natasha has always been treated like a maid by her father, Gary Wilson, and her stepmother, Stephanie Wilson, and their daughter, Ana Wilson. Natasha's mother, Frieda Wilson, died many years ago at the hands of Stephanie Fitzpatrick, who's now Stephanie Wilson. Ana and her father meant only Nathan to drink the water that had the drug in it. Nathan was kind enough to pour Natasha some water because she came out of the sun and was thirsty. Natasha was one of the hotels maids. Her father, step mother and half sister found her bed with only her underwear and Nathan in his bamboo heart boxers for Valentine's day his grandmother, Gretchen Heaton had purchased him to wear on Valentine's day. Nathan's parents, Rick and Sally Heaton, were killed by Gary Wilson. Nathan was supposed to have sex with Ana. Ana planted the vial, which still had some of the drug in Natasha's apron. He father slapped her for having sex with the CEO of Heaton Hotels in Ireland. His grandfather left his mother when he was a baby. It's only him, his son Patrick Wilson, and his grandmother, Gretchen Heaton. No one knows Natasha gave birth to his son. Gretchen and Nathan live in a penthouse in the hotel. Only recently did they find out who killed their parents.

scary ass chapters in my life, things that have happened to me. if your a non believer of spurits and ghosts , read this and see if I can change your mind. #differentchapterdifferentstory

A girl who has a hard life losing her great grandma, her tia, her nana, and bunny..

This is about my great grandma that died this Tuesday at 9:00 am. The Date June 16,2015 ( 6·16·15). This is for her. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Backstory of Ruby Hutchens

An 13 year old girl has to spend the summer at her great grandmas house and as soon as she came in she felt a weird presence and a change in atmosphere...What could it be?

This is a sonnet I wrote in memory of my great grandma who recently passed away. Her name was June, hence the title. My great grandma June lived to be 99 years old. Even though she began to slow down, her spirit never left her. A twinkle of joy was always in her eye, even as her memory faded. She constantly had a song that she would hum or sing. She would tell stories of her childhood to me and my sister. She will be greatly missed, but her memory will live on.

A lot of craps been going on with my family right now... My great grandma had a heart attack, and then as soon as she was able to get home, she fell and broke her ribs, and she has a UTI, so she's really confused and forgetful. She's also 84, going onto 85 in November. I just wrote this today, as a spur of the moment thing to get my thoughts about this on paper, this is one of the most depressing poems I've written to date, so be prepared. And yes, this is why I haven't been posting. I'm just going through so much family drama right now, it's crazy. On my cover, that's me, my cousin, and my great grandma.

This so cute you will cry and shit tears TW: you have no damsels

Ann is a girl that loves history. She loves learning about the past and what happened before she was born. She also loves reading and one day she went book shopping. She couldn't find a good book. She went up to a old man and asked for any recommendations, he asked her what she liked and told him that she liked history. He smiled and pulled out a book, that book is something special.