Bad Gril Novels & Stories

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.

Nathan is my best friend but I swear if he doesn’t shut the hell up, I just might gut him. “how many times do I have to tell you, no damned pickles in my bloody burgers!” I screeched while spitting the half chewed burger back into the brown lunch bag. At least he had the decency to look terrified, “oh come on, it can’t possibly be that bad” he muttered while obviously trying to hold in his laughter, his brown eyes crinkling at the sides, the moron had done it on purpose. “is this payback? For disappearing to Hawaii? Because trust me you took the worst routes by messing with my burger, would you blame me for attempting to get a natural tan for myself? You have it oh so naturally” I muttered

PERCIE Fourteen months ago… “Oh, boy. Did you just apologize? I can’t believe you can still remember words. I thought your brain is drained, too.” Grandma snorted while raising her brow. “Stop making him feel guilty, Grace. Look at him. He doesn’t have any more left in him other than his skin and bones. Why won’t you try to cheer him up by telling him about his new apartment.” “Wait, what?” I asked quickly. I felt something new inside me. Excitement? Hope? “You found an apartment for me?”

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.

Fuck. Alicia was haunting my life like a fucking ghost. What made everything worse was the fact that I had no fucking idea where she was. I tried to look for her but couldn’t find her. One of my workers had told me that he had seen her at the grocery store with that good-for-nothing asshole, Sebastian. The thought of him touching her, or even being next to her made me so mad. I knew that no man in his right sense would miss the opportunity of being with Alicia, she was so fucking gorgeous. A part of me had expected that she would come back the next day after chasing her away, but she never did. I knew that she was in love with me, but her last words kept on making it hard for me to believe t

* *After Adams Corps, now GRACE faces a major setback and is bigger than the former. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and Kiara's mind raced to comprehend the implications of this unexpected downfall. The articles painted a vivid picture of chaos within GRACE, a stark contrast to its once towering presence in the business world. Kiara's thoughts swirled, mirroring the turbulence reflected in the news. GRACE, a formidable force in the corporate realm, now faced an unprecedented crisis. The abrupt departure of major investors sent shockwaves through the business community, and Kiara couldn't fathom the intricacies behind such a dramatic turn of events.

"One day, you will sit in a room where someone is waiting for your nod, your hand, or just one fair word from you. When that day comes, remember the road you took to get here." Lila nodded hard and pinned the badge to her chest. When she walked out, her back was straighter than when she had come in. Sunlight came through the window and landed on the new file on my desk. It was a proposal for a fund that Northbridge would use to invest in companies founded by low-income women, immigrant women, and founders mainstream capital kept ignoring. I already had a name for it. The Grace Fund. There were still so many Grace Walkers in this world. They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, cont

I can… I gave myself exactly five minutes to wallow. Then I got dressed, grabbed my keys and bullied myself into functioning like a responsible adult. The car coughed the entire drive. I managed to get my groceries, feeling utterly embarrassed when I had to kickstart the engine a million times before it ignited. “You better not die on me,” I muttered, patting the dashboard. “I can't even afford to mourn you.” Moving into a new area had its disadvantages because now I had no idea how to find the nearest workshop. G****e Maps led me through three wrong turns before announcing, in that annoyingly cheerful voice:

she added. "what do you mean, what news?" I asked hesitantly. "how bad?" "well..." she hesitated "well what?" "it is bad, very bad. but nothing you can't handle" she said with a fake smile, trying to cheer me up I rushed to my phone and logged in and the news was already everywhere. the comments and the criticism. to my surprise, after what had happened to me, the public was not on my side, I couldn't understand it until I saw a press release from my company, all my employees and board members testified against me that made people question my working etiquettes.