Bad Gril Novels & Stories

I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation? But, hey, let's focus on the real issue here: my utter delight and non-existent resentment towards this whole arranged marriage thing. I'm not bitter at all about being treated like a broodmare or a prized possession. Nope, not one bit. Just bitter about him acting like he'd forgotten shit. And that pain I'm feeling? Oh, it's just my heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude towards Damien and that dead meat. I mean, who wouldn't feel grateful for being objectified and reduced to their reproductive capabilities?

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

She placed her hands on the table, “Well...? We've currently had success with it. It's now available but high demand has slowed distribution and it's tiring” He just stared at the beautiful face for a while before exhaling “I'm so sorry about that... I understand how it feels” She nodded again. “So what exactly made GRM pay me a visit today?” “That... is actually one of the reasons I am here, Miss Geneva”, he spoke after a heartthrob. “Something very personal” “Oh... you?”, she asked at the end of his words. He shook his head, “No... Uhm, It's the Guvnor...” her eyebrows raised and het lips parted, “He's really in a bad state that could cause a terrifying problem and shake GRM..., as a whole

As if he was looking for something else. "Safe!" he thought. Grilled Meat Tavern - Gorgon was known as one of the worst taverns in the Black Market Trading Area, especially on the ground floor or ground level of the Fortress. Not only were the dishes notoriously bad due to their strange and unfamiliar seasonings, but the waiters were notorious for behaving like thugs. They look more like bouncers than friendly and polite waiters. Although there were rarely any visitors, in fact you could count on your fingers the number of visitors in a whole day, no more than ten.

"u..u mean am a badluck..uggghhh...and first of all my house is not at this street...so take a turn from here " He looked at her with blank face..and devil eyes which can scare anyone..but she was not a little effected by them..he came very close to her and speak in dangerous voice "am not Ur driver and u already enjoy enough of Ur free ride... this area is safe ..u can go from here anywhere u want...do u understand "he said, styling his hair...and moved back..

So, in the end, Samara chose to remain silent. Shawn was suddenly squinting as he felt the presence of a dazzling light reflected in his rearview mirror. Shawn glanced in the rearview mirror. Driving a super low sports car was difficult when a taller car was driving behind this car. The car's headlights behind him are always refracted into the rearview mirror of GT-R so that it dazzles the driver's view. Shawn couldn't protest because that was the risk of driving a low car. But, not this time. Shawn was about to challenge the person in the car behind him until he accelerated and suddenly hit the back of the GT-R, suddenly making Samara jump while screaming because she almost hit the dashboar

I grit my teeth and push forward, only to get tackled down to the ground by Diego. His paw pushes on my back, growling he keeps me nailed to the ground. Fuck.

saw was Grace, Glenda's twin sister. I was not crazy. I didn't talk to a dead man. That gave me relief. I looked for black pants and put them on, a white shirt and a black coat. Finally I put on my black ankle boots and combed my hair a little. I have never liked going to wakes or burials, they have always scared me. But this time it was different. And I felt strange. Something strange. I was ready now. I took my cell phone and left my room, Rich was sitting but as soon as he saw me he stood up. "Are we going?" -Yes. The weather was icy, there were gray clouds, it seemed to rain. "I think it will rain in a while," I said. "You don't want to walk?" I looked at him. "Of course," I smiled at h

Freddie answered with lowered gaze, holding his cap to his belly with both hands. "What is he doing in that godforsaken place? Painting old village?" Freddie looked quickly from left to right as if worried anyone else was within earshot. "Haven't you heard about it, milord? Everybody has been talking about it recently." He dropped his voice several degrees. "About what?" "His Grace's new lady friend." Never been one to care about gossip, Magnus rarely bothered to know whatever going on in this house, yet he did hear murmurs, about his virtuous cousin's 'newly unhealthy interest' as his parents called it. He suspected it had something to do with his broken betrothal.

Across the marble island, Olivia reached for a red onion, the sharp scent filling the space as she resumed the rhythmic snick-snick of her blade. He reached up to a high cupboard where Isabella usually shoved the dry goods and tugged the handle, but the contents had clearly been packed with Izzy’s trademark lack of organizational skills. The moment the door swung open, a literal landslide of cardboard occurred. Two oversized boxes of granola came tumbling out in a blur of yellow and blue, bouncing off his forehead with a dull thwack before hitting the counter. “Fucking hell,” he spat, the frustration in him finally boiling over into a muffled snarl. He swiped a hand over his face, looking ut