Romans & histoires Grim Tales Snafu

I shouldn’t have listened to Eloise and allowed that man to stay with them while I’m gone! I try to move away by crawling through the dirt. Griffin raises his weapon for the final, fatal shot when a chorus of shouts erupt in the distance. Jackson, Lucas, Sarah and several others, in their wolf forms, charge at him with their claws and canines ready. Griffin doesn’t have enough time to dodge nor to counter nor to transform. His desperate cries for help are stifled by the cold grip of fear. His voice cracks and falters as he accidentally loses the gun and his balance at the same time. With a sudden, brutal pounce, the wolves cling at him, their jaws snapping shut around his throat, chest and t

How could he keep failing at getting rid of a small fry like Liam? On top of that, he was even more irritated because Sunniva was also involved as well. Graham's expression was incredibly darkened. He stared at the TV while the news was playing on a loop and said icily, "Don't worry, Mr. Green. It's my fault for being careless, but it's not a big issue. I'll take care of it. I definitely won't get you implicated."

I saw my scarf fall off first, second, I saw my life flash before my eyes like a movie and third, after my fall unto the fence, I felt the pain of the broken bottles the developer used as guard for the fence dig into the skin of my back. I smiled and tasted blood in my mouth and saw my Ma scream loud but didn't hear her.

Ariel replied, grinning at Isabella for supporting her. "I'll leave you both and go home if you both won't keep moving. Lazy beings." Chris groaned out and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't talk to us again," they blurted out and increased their pace, stamping their legs in frustration as they go. "Silly mortal," Ariel cursed under her breath making Isabella burst out laughing. Chris didn't mind them and just followed behind. They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening.

He was impotent. For a nobleman whose duty was to carry on the family line, this was worse than death. “No! Shut up! Shut up!” Griffin covered his ears and let out a yell. He had completely lost his composure. Wilma, who had just been revived, heard those words. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed backward again, but this time, she suffered a stroke. “Take them away.” Jasper waved his hand coldly. The Black Guards stepped forward and dragged Griffin and the still-raving Joan away as they struggled.

"I love watching trash like you squirm." He snatched the tongs from Johnny and drove them toward my mouth. I clamped my jaw shut on instinct, but the tip caught the corner of my mouth and tore it open. The taste of blood spread across my tongue. That seemed to delight him even more. "Pry his mouth open. Anyone who helps me out tonight gets a car. One each." The groomsmen needed no further convincing. They crowded around me, wrenching at my jaw. "You had the nerve to cross Danny? You've got a death wish."

It took a lot to take one of those down. “The green balls,” Ezra whispered as muffled screaming rang in the background. Thank God! I almost sagged in relief at his response, but I kept running. Knowing whatever the toxic screamer knocked down wouldn't keep it down for long. “You better not be planning anything stupid.” Mr. Griffen yelled at me or both of us, I wasn’t sure, but it was too late. I had a plan. It wasn’t a good one. It was very stupid, but if everything works. The toxic screamer will be dead, and I will maybe be alive.

Everything was in shambles, there were claw marks on the wall, shattered furniture, and blood stains. Worse of all, when I looked at my body, my clothes were stained with blood. "What happened?" I asked no one in particular. It wasn't until I wiped the blood from my mouth, that I realized what I had just done. My eyes found Grim who lay on the floor, mangled and covered in blood. He wasn't breathing. He wasn't moving. His eyes stared unblinking at the ceiling. Grim was dead.

It was too perfect. Grimm ran his hand along the stone as we walked. “It feels real.” “It is real,” I said. “Just not honest.” Another stretch passed. I watched the way the light fell along the walls. The way shadow pooled where it shouldn’t. The way the angles held too steady. Then Grimm made a mistake. He leaned slightly to the side, pressing his shoulder against what he assumed was solid wall to adjust his boot. His balance vanished. He dropped backward with a startled curse, disappearing from sight entirely.

Mila cried. “Calm down and tell me everything.” ** Meanwhile, Grimm made it back to hell. He was pissed and it was Mila’s fault. And the child, ugh. It just had to show her that dream. He walked out of the portal and headed towards his room. “She finally pissed me off?” Lucifer asked him. Grimm stopped walking and tried to fix his face before he turned to his friend. “No.” Grimm said. Lucifer walked over to Grimm and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.