Grimm Fanfic Novels & Stories

I giggled and said that it sounded devine as I crawled over into his lap and ran my fingers through his soft hair. "You little minx," he growled possessively and started kissing me roughly. Arram walked into the room and mumbled a soft, "oops, I'll shut the door." He quickly left as Grim kissed down my now bare chest and nudged me down on the couch. I could feel his hardness against my thigh and broke away from his mouth just briefly to say,"we should go upstairs." His lust filled eyes bore into mine and he mumbled,"the bed squeaks, we're fine here." He continued nibbling on my neck and my panties were soaked. I watched in sweet anticipation as he traveled over my navel. He glanced up at me

He asked her. “I find out that my baby daddy doesn’t want to work on a relationship out with me. Of course, I am.” “I’m not the relationship type.” “Well, I am. So, I will definitely find someone to be with me.” Grimm’s whole demeanor changed when he heard that. He stood in front of her and looked towards the door. “I find out you fucked anybody with my child in you and I will have no problem with having you join your friends, except I will be the one torturing you.” Grimm gave her the most wickedest smile he could ever give someone.

“Yeah, I forgot. The summer solstice. You want to flaunt your fiancee in my face one last time before I go off to risk my life for you.” Grim couldn't help smiling. “Look at how jealous you are,” he teased. There had been a change of plans. The scene that he had witnessed of her sleeping with his brother was the major cause for the change of mind. She was more comfortable with her hand being entangled with Dale. He could have her. Grim was officially stepping out from whatever they had. He hadn't loved her anyway. He could have walked in on her and Dale earlier on in their union and he wouldn't be perturbed.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

Gracie smirks proudly as if she weren't a rat a night before ready to die by her boy's mother. "That you were about to be killed as a rat by Aunt Drew? Or that you pulled over a blanket to hide yourself?" The girl was having too much fun in just degrading her friend's actions from her drunkard state. "That silver haired otter!" Gracie furiously curses under her breath. "Whatever Sira!" She exclaims, banging her locker close after taking her books out.

But to my surprise, the space beside me was empty, devoid of her familiar form. Confusion and curiosity washed over me as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. Where had she gone? And then it hit me—the realization of my triumph. I had successfully cloaked Gracie's abilities for the second time, causing her to submit to me completely. The memory of her yielding to my touch, her passionate response, filled me with a heady sense of power and fulfillment.

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

I could not wait to fight him, get rid of this damn anger that I had built up since I seen him. “Let’s go.” Jace walked out the room first. Grimm smiled at me before he waltzed around and followed Jace. I already knew I was going to get demolished, but maybe it won’t be bad afterwards. I was praying that I made it back to this room alive. **