Geralt Hmm Novels & Stories

"Hey, Miss Guller, you haven't been streaming or dropping any vids lately. You're not quitting, are you?" "Of course not," Helma replied with a grin. "I'll be back on air this weekend. Just swamped with stuff right now." ***

DANE The sound of the heavy wooden door creaking open made my heart lurch, but I kept my face stoic. It was Gerald. Of course, it was Gerald. “Ah, Dane,” he drawled, stepping into the room with his trademark smirk. “How’s our brave warrior holding up?” “What do you want, Gerald?” I snapped, glaring at him with all the venom I could muster. “Haven’t you had your fun yet?” He chuckled, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, not even close. You see, there’s still something I need from you. From all of you, actually. But let’s start with you.”

Now, we don’t speak at all. But, why is her voice coming from behind the base? It is at this thought that I realize that I am standing still. I had stopped moving. “I hate repeating myself. If you are observant you would have realized I avoid you like the flu. But now, I’ll repeat myself with the belief that you are hard at hearing. Stop what you are doing at this instance.” Gerald. That Gerald’s voice. What could be going on? A misunderstanding? Wait. Does he also go to Theresa for her…services?

It still needs a healing ointment on it. “I can feel it in my gut that you are telling a lie.” He stated confidently. “That’s a rough angle to go. You shouldn’t sound so sure when we don’t stay together.” “Please spare me the talk. I know you aren’t fully healed. I will have a healing balm sent over. Please use it.” “Yes, my lord.” I snickered. Gerald tsked, “I can’t deal with you right now. Did you get the recruitment profile I sent to you?”

"Great, that's all for today." "Wait," he halt me. Gerald glanced to our father, after that they left the room. I already expecting this situation to happened and Gerald is not the type of man you can deal with. If I'm the devil, then he's Satan himself because of his viciousness and my old brother is devilish than me. "What are you up to, Gerald?" I questioned because I sense something odd with him, and then his devil smile show up to me. "Do you really think that bullet of yours can kill me and put me to sleep forever? You underestimate me brother, that is quite offensive."

We stopped there, catching our breath. Kael kept scanning the trees. “They’re close.” Damon’s eyes darted around. “What if they’re not rogues?” “Then that’s worse,” Kael replied. Gerald’s hands were shaking again. “I swear, I didn’t bring anyone—” Cass looked at him sharply. “Stop saying that. You’re shaking like you’re holding something in.” “I’m not—” Gerald’s voice cracked, his pupils shrinking. His fingers clawed at his chest as if trying to tear something out. “It’s—it’s here—”

Hmmmmmm Is Gerald chasing after the truth or he's just simply a piece in this chess board? After betraying Kaya to work with Tom and Rikey, I hope this information will be valuable enough to change his shitty apartment…hahahaha 🤣😂

My eyes widened as I heard him shut the door and walk closer. "I know you're awake, you're heartbeat picked up," Rolling my eyes and ignoring the effect his voice already had on me, I turned around and tried not to let my eyes linger on his golden, defined chest or the fact his sweatpants hung low on his hips. Like it was fate, Geralt spoke my mind for me with his usual: "Hmmm, fuck."

“I’m a scavenger. Geralt’s a nob.” Geralt Powell is a piece of shit. He only comes around when he’s horny, or when he wants someone to listen to his boring ass rambling about something called NFTs. It’s some kind of scam, but there are too many human terms for me to make clear sense of it. “Cadoc Collins isn’t my mate.” My nieces are all ears. This is going to be all over the Bogs by school tomorrow. “Why did he lie to cover for you?”

"My name is Cirilla Fiona Riannon Emyrs, granddaughter of the Emyrs family! My father is Geralt of Rivia! I bet you've heard of him before! So how about you put me down and beg for mercy?" The man let out a belly laugh. He guffawed so hard one wondered if his neck would snap from him, throwing his head to and fro. “C-Cirilla Fiona Yaddi-yadda Emyrs!? G-Geralt of f*cking Rivia!? Oh my God, are you f*cking kidding me!? Where's Yennefer? What about that bard, Dandelion? Are they gonna be riding horses in my ranch later!?"