Grim Book Novels & Stories

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

"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 had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

Grace’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized Zeke making his way towards them. “There’s Zeke,” Noah pointed out, relief evident in his voice. Zeke approached them with a reassuring smile, acknowledging the tension in the air. “You both made it,” he said, glancing at Grace. “Ready for this?” Grace nodded, trying to summon every ounce of courage. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, a hint of determination in her voice. Zeke’s reassuring presence and strategic guidance provided a sense of security. Grace knew that with Noah and Zeke by her side, she had the support she needed to navigate the night, face Jack, and uncover whatever cards he might be holding close to his chest.

The only thing she remembered about her mother was her pale angular face and green eyes, now she had the opportunity to know more about her, about her thoughts. She brushed her fingers over the cold cover of the book and was about to open it when she heard a growl coming from the other side of the door. She reduced the light of the lantern and crept slowly towards the door. As she glanced through the crack in the door, she could see Grim was on the other side. And from the way he was pacing frantically, she knew something was wrong. He paused for a while, facing a wall, he folded his fist and smashed into it, he did this severally till the bricks cracked. His fangs were extended now and were

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne

It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages. “That is everything I have on Grimalkins, if there is any other information out there on what you are then I don’t know about it.” He shifts forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, “Tell me Crimson, what do you know about yourself? I will try to fill in the gaps as much as I can. And hopefully, that book will help you understand what you are.”

Anne closed the car door. - Why now? - She crossed her arms, tired of his abrupt personality changes. She was never sure which version of Brahim she was dealing with. Brahim opened his mouth, threatening to say something, but he regretted it almost immediately. As the mafia man that he was, he had gotten involved in unimaginable dangers, the fact that he was still alive was either a true miracle or Lucifer's most prodigious feat. He was evil, cruel and egotistical, but none of this surpassed the magnitude of his pride. He was excessively proud, which was why he froze every time he faced Anne, the words building up in his throat leaving him speechless. But he was never a man of words, he was

Grace dreamed of me? *****

“Grandmaster Grim is not invincible. How could he not die? Haha! The Grim family is getting their retribution.” “If you dare to speak more nonsense, I’ll f*cking kill you!”