Grimm Novels & Stories

"What Jordan said while talking on the phone who said that he would make me his girlfriend" Remembering that, Meikha shuddered. Meikha knows that Jordan has a strange behavior that makes her very scared. He was grumpy and it was very strange that when he got angry, his face and body would turn red and have lots of rashes. It reminds her of the character Hulk, who will turn big and green when he is angry. "Sir, stop by the cellphone shop first!" Said Jordan ordered a taxi driver to stop at a cellphone outlet. "Sir, why. Do you want to buy a cell phone for me? "

“Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.” “Pleasure! Come in! I’ll see if Mina is available. If she’s not here, they’re probably next door coming up with some new makeup or something,” Mrs. Graycort held the door open, and we came in. “Did you get my text?” Kam asked when we came inside. I laughed. “Was she really so jealous?” Rose snorted. “She was greener than a sick leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.” “Leprechauns aren’t green,” Chrissy said. I groaned. “They have very tan skin, and hate being referred to as ‘little people.’ They also suck at tipping.”

The halls stretched into endless gray stone, the lights flickering before dying completely. Behind me— Thump. Thump. Thump. I turned. Grimmer stood there. But he wasn’t human anymore. He towered over me, his coat moving like smoke, his face a hollow mask of shadow. His eyes burned like embers. "You can’t hide what you are, Elara," he rasped. "The safe is open. The key is turning." Then he moved. Fast. Wrong. Inhuman. Closing the distance in seconds. I tried to scream—but my throat filled with dust. His claw-like hand reached for me—

What the fuck do I do if I flirt with him and he freaks out? “How’s your old lady?” I ask, trying to sound uninterested. Grim sighs. “Visiting her sister for the week.” “You don’t seem too hard done by,” I mutter. “She knows me. I might have made her my old lady, but she knows if there’s an opportunity, I’m fucking a woman.” He says it casually, like she doesn’t matter. Maybe she doesn’t. I hum, not sure what the hell to say to that. “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Grim continues, “I like my women… but I’m not picky when something better comes along.”

Killing him will only cause an alpha riot. I look directly at Anya. “Did you find anything concerning this Zhodin in any of the books you went through?” Anya shifts on her feet, her fingers nervously zipping up the front of her shirt before she squares her shoulders, trying to act like there’s nothing off. ‘Those two are fucking!’ Grimm barks, and I nearly wince at how loud and irritated he sounds about something that isn’t our concern.

She placed her hands on the table, “Well...? We've currently had success with it. It's now available but high demand has slowed distribution and it's tiring” He just stared at the beautiful face for a while before exhaling “I'm so sorry about that... I understand how it feels” She nodded again. “So what exactly made GRM pay me a visit today?” “That... is actually one of the reasons I am here, Miss Geneva”, he spoke after a heartthrob. “Something very personal” “Oh... you?”, she asked at the end of his words. He shook his head, “No... Uhm, It's the Guvnor...” her eyebrows raised and het lips parted, “He's really in a bad state that could cause a terrifying problem and shake GRM..., as a whole

Zayn hates the wizarding world so much, it's his grandfather's companion's family who cursed them and besides, they are malicious and uncomfortable at all. Just like vampires but they don't represent innocence like these Renee called in a low voice, so she wouldn't be afraid, as she was asleep, opening her eyes with a drowsiness. She moved away from his back. He got off his horse to extend his hands to her around her waist and lowered her to the ground, " Welcome." I gasped in terror when two people suddenly appeared in front of them, the first was a young man with green eyes His nose is pointed from the front, his lips are large, his hair is short, shaggy and golden, and he is

Old Man Grimsby’s family had leased a nearby mine to the Good Rock Mining Company. The mine had been closed down for the past 12 years, but there were still buildings there, surrounded by security fencing. The security fencing wasn’t hard to get past. Local kids and thrillseekers had already seen to that with wire cutters.

With both hands busy, Grimm’s knee still bops and bumps while he clacks away on the laptop with more than a few other gadgets tacked on to the device. Puppy’s mouth must be attached to the same motor as his leg as he talks us through all the tech crap he’s doing. “Fuck me kid...” I know Rourke’s about to demand the same thing I am ‘English’. Daddy barely gets out the correction he can’t bite down before Grimm lands a comeback with a wit as fast as the rest of his hyperactive parts. “Forgot my lube, and you’re missing a few zeros on my check before I deep throat a King Kong cock,” my coffee flies out of my nose as much as my mout

“Something isn’t adding up. Why is he as angry as me? I wondered in my head, walking away. Strolling towards me was Mr. Gream Reaper, the air suddenly becaming heavy. Rumors had it that he was once an Alpha that massacred a village, and now works in the school to stay hidden. He marched down the hallway, every step a deliberate, rhythmic statement of authority. He was wearing a wide-brimmed fedora hat with a sharp, crisp cease, casting a deep shadow over his eyes. Intense cold radiated from him, demanding obedience, my body trembled, a beam of sweat appearing on my forehead. Then I saw it, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. My eyes widened, a flicker of realization crossing my face. Th