Grimm Quotes Novels & Stories

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

Something told me she wouldn’t let that nickname slide. When I got back to the garage, I caught Grim staring at me. He was standing beside the car I was working on earlier, a wrench hanging loosely in his hand. “What?” I asked flatly. “You were smiling just now,” “I’ve told you to get glasses for your eye problem.” Grim pointed the wrench at me, “Don’t change the subject. I know what I just saw.” I ignored him, setting down my sauce on the empty chair beside the car. “That girl is getting to you.” Grim muttered.

“This is not funny. This is idiotic.” Al Pacino retorts with, “He’s a tight ass! And you got your head ALL the way UP it!” JP laughs again. Even Dominique smiles. “Would you stop that?” Grant barks. “Sit down! Shut up! You understand?” Grant puts his face in his hands. “Can I do my thing now?” I ask nicely. Grant waves me along with one hand without looking at me. Sure. Go ahead. I navigate to the correct page, the one where Mailin and I used to do our dueling celebrity quote battles, and hack into a private channel enabled with sound.

In addition to the girl who had already been dead, four lives were lost in a blink of an eye. This was only a rumor back in those years, as no one knew the particular situation. After all, Griff would have been imprisoned and not roam here if someone knew the truth. It was just that there was no smoke without fire. The old saying must have its truth. Griff looked bright and sunshiny when he grinned like he was an open book, but he was brutal in his ways. His business rivals who were either missing or accidentally harmed were the best evidence. Griff shook his head with a laugh at Quinna, who was not cutting him any slack.

Ember Gracie pulled me back to our conversation. “Well, banish those thoughts right now. We could end up working for some old codgers. You don’t want to be thinking about that when it’s a wrinkly old man you report to.” “Codgers?” I choked on the sip of wine I had been taking as I laughed. “Really?” Gracie pouted, but the corners of her lips betrayed her smile. “No, not really. I don’t know why I said that. I just get nervous talking about it.”

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”

“F*ck! Can a person die from checking a car?” “I don’t believe that this Death Inquisitor can kill all of you out of thin air!” “F*ck! A bunch of trash. All of them are trash!” As he opened the car door and got out of the car, Grimm said, “None of you dare to go? Damn it! All of you are cowards!”

Grumpy: I’m going to enjoy giving you a fail on your exam. -Norali: Are you always full of empty threats? -Mr. Grumpy: I don’t do empty threats.

My arms are outstretched as if I'm conducting a sermon and this entire not-very-big, dull---dull town is my congregation. "Ladies and gentlemen," I shout. "I would like to welcome you to my downfall!" "I, Miles Grimwine, being of unsound mind, do hereby bequeath all my earthly possessions to the Otaku Association Committee, whenever it's established. Everyone else can go f---themselves." my mom taught me to spell that word (if I must use it) or, better yet, not spell it, and, sadly, this has stuck.

His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them. Grimm walked up to the window and stared at my belly. He seemed really fascinated with it and that just creeped me the fuck out. I was ready for him to leave. Once I turned away, I heard an unfamiliar voice from within my head. I turned back around and saw Grimm smirking at me. Gosh, you look so delicious to drain. You would last me a whole month. I would savor every drop of your blood until you give birth. Afterwards I will end you because the taste would never be the same. However, your kids’ blood-.