Bad Gril Novels & Stories

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

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

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.

There were two slices of bread and some eggs on the plate. “I’m not hungry.” I was mad at him. I thought he was a good guy but turned out to be a son of a bitch. “You will need energy to entertain your clients tonight. You better eat.” His eyes were still fixed on the TV screen. “I don’t want your filthy food. I thought you were a nice guy, but no, you’re so evil!”. He finally turned to me. “Alicia, I’m really sorry that you’re going through this because of me. I thought you did something bad to John, I didn’t know that you were the victim.” He showed some sympathy.

* *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.

he asked again. Hayley paused. "Fine. I get it." Griffin glared at her fiercely. "Don't get tricked by men again. Men are either bad or extremely bad. There's no such thing as a good one." Hayley rolled her eyes. "Then you can get lost first." She slapped him away again. He had a point. Might as well start with him.