Greem Novels & Stories

A pair of shoes flew from inside and I gasped when it almost hit the side of my head. "Calm down, will you!?" I exclaimed. I sighed aloud when I saw that those were my Reebok Instapump Fury x Vetements Graffiti. I faced her and was shocked to see her eyes smudged with mascara while crying. "Goodness, don't cry. You look hideous." I started, frowning. I really liked the shoes she threw outside; they were like vandalized shoes but they were on fire, I swear. "You know, Mads, you could find someone better than me—"

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Three days later, Shawn came to see me looking happy, with a thick stack of documents in his hands. "Nina, it's done. Harrison agreed." His voice was trembling with excitement. "A ten percent share in Grandview Tech under Fletcher Group. Harrison transferred it directly into your name and said it was a gift for his future great-grandchild!" I raised an eyebrow and took the share transfer agreement from him. That was certainly generous, but it only made Shawn look even more useless.

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

Jakkon regenerated, a cold gleam in his eye. “Where is it?” Samael demanded. A twist of the limb, a snap of the neck. Jakkon waited coolly beneath Samael, watching with disinterest as the Grim Reaper dismembered him. He raised his brow in appraisal. “It's been quite some time, brother. You seem to have lost your touch.”

“I don’t have time to explain the whole thing. Luna Seraphine mentioned something during our… conversation, and I need Nova to confirm if it’s true.” Creed’s voice hardens. “What did she say?” “She mentioned a Goddess,” I begin, stopping by the window to look out at the dark forest that surrounds our territory. “Marle or some shit. Said the entity in Morana can’t be removed because of this Goddess. I need to know who the hell this Marle is, and if Seraphine’s full of shit or not.” His growl vibrates through the phone, a deep, primal sound that sends a chill down my spine. Creed doesn’t lose control like this often, which tells me that this name—this Goddess—is something big. Something bad.