Grie Novels & Stories

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

A soft woof caught my attention. I glanced hesitantly at the large, shaggy grey wolf beside me; my hands trembled beneath the towel. Darrien looked up at me from his four-legged form, his eyes seemed to plead my trust. I allowed him to lead me over to his mattress. His snout nudged my knees, instructing me to sit. Hesitantly I complied, perching on the edge of the worn mattress. Darrien climbed up beside me and curled up. His head rested on his front paws as he watched me. I felt the tension in my muscles, ready to bolt if he became aggressive or territorial. Darrien snorted at me indignantly, I knew he could smell my fear.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

All his nails are also painted in black. Fiel on the other hand transformed into a gorgeous woman. Her emerald hair is styled in side-swept waves towards the left accentuated by a hairpiece made with white lilies and pearls. Its soft curls fall perfectly framing her face. She wore a halter white gown that perfectly hugged her curvy body. Complementing her stunning olive skin. It has a plunging neckline with sheer details of lace and white butterfly embroidery from the waist down. While the rest of the trail is elegantly laid.

I lowered my hand, glaring death threats at the bodyguard before whirling to an outraged Asher “That fucker knows what he’s doing, he’s trying to drive me crazy. He came in there and listened silently to all the talk, made like he was gonna sign then sneers in my face?” “Elliott, Mr Griffin just seems like he needs a little more persuasion, we just need to sit and talk about this like adults not jump to violence like children”

Cassie began, jabbing Natasha in the arm. "What?" "You freaking out in front of Lucas King!" "The artist?" "Oh, no. The fisherman who happens to have really cool hair!" Natasha gave her an annoyed look. "Nothing. I was just a little dazed from the football that was coming right at my face." "Yeah, sure," Cassie added, rolling her eyeballs. "How do I still put up with you?" "Duuh...I'm your bff and in case you hadn't noticed, the last 'f' is for forever !" Cassie responded with her high spirited tone, "besides, where else are you gonna find an awesome friend like me?"

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

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Grief. My heart was grieving. Grieving with a sense of loss. That was when I heard a baby crying. That sound penetrated my ears, lifting all the fog, bringing me back to my senses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~