Grimm Quotes Novelas e Histórias

Grimmer continued, his gaze sweeping over us like a searchlight. "We have no room for distractions. We have no room for the broken." He began to walk down the stairs of the stage. Each thud of his boots felt like a hammer hitting a nail. "And most importantly," Grimmer said, his eyes locking onto mine as he reached the floor, "we will no longer tolerate or keep wolves in sheep’s clothing." The phrase sent a jolt of ice through my stomach. What does he mean? My grades? My absences? He walked down the center aisle, students shrinking away.

"Hey, I didn't make you idiots drink your asses off. They should've listened to the warnings. Drinking is not good if you plan on driving." Tears fell down Mila's face as she listened to Grimm's disrespectful words. How dare he insult her friends like that? She hated that she couldn't see it before. She should've listened to that angel from before. Now, she was stuck with that asshole and there was no way of getting rid of him. It was like she was stuck with him until she died. Grimm got on the bed next to Mila and caressed her face. "Smile for me." He told her.

Dumbstricken, Emily raised an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me?” “You’re excused.” He waved his hand on the air dismissively. “Uh– I think I misheard you.” She said. Grim is leaving her speechless. “Ha!” Grim smiled a creepy one. The edges of his lips pulled from ear to ear. “I’m just kidding with ya.” “Kidding with me about what exactly?” He squinted his eyes and sighed, “You’re not dead for fuck’s sake, Emily.” “Not dead?” Her eyes widened, “That’s not possible! I’ve cut my wrist! I fell on the floor and my blood has been oozing out unendingly and how am I not dead?”

Think of yourself as my human pet, lowly little worm. “Ugh!” I slammed on the accelerator, speeding dangerously down the road as the forest grew thicker around us. Wasn't the Grim Reaper supposed to be, oh, I didn't know, grim? Not a manipulative Starbucks thief? I ruminated over his existence and the unfortunate turn my life had taken when Morocco began to stir.

"I just have one last question for you: are you a serial killer?" I blinked, confused by the dark unexpected inquiry. I wondered if I'd unwittingly done or said something that gave off 'murderer vibes.' Before I could assure her that I had no desire to get booked into 'Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary' or attend the annual dinner party at 'Hotel Cortez,' her twin cut in. "Gray! Can you take this seriously?" She requested, annoyed. "Sorry, Cassidy." "'Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin,'" Gray recited from memory. I had no idea what she was quoting, but the words obviously weren't hers. "'If the caveman known how to laugh. History would have been different.'"

“Asking, my ass. They’re sniffing around because they think you’re too busy playing boy wonder on the ice.” Grimm’s head tilted, the smile slipping into something colder, flatter. “Do I look too busy?” He lifted his hands—knuckles split, dripping, raw—and then let them drop with a wet slap against his thighs. Silence. “You don’t,” Jake muttered. Grimm stepped closer, his presence filling the room like a noose tightening. “Good. Then remind them. This is my ring. My city. They eat because I let them.” Axel’s lips curved into a grin. He loved this side of Rhett too much. “Want me to send a message?”

Grayson tried to rearrange his jaw, his ever permanent scowl burning a hole through me. “Never bring a knife to a gun fight.” I shrugged with a half smirk. “Have I showed you my version of a spear yet? You’re going to love it!” I gushed happily, my eyes lighting up. It was a close thing but I managed to tamp down the urge to jump into the air and do a cheerleader shimmy. I did clap though. Grayson gasped and crawled away from me. “You are sick.” He reiterated. “Okay, I’m getting bored now. Can’t you find something a bit more inventive to say?”

I would have taken his phone with me. “Let me out of the car, Grim. We are done! You gave me an organism; I gave you one in return. We owe each other nothing. So open the damn door and let me go,” I shouted. He remained silent. Not saying anything. "Look, Grim, you want your sister, right? You can get her and "You said I was good. That there was still some good in me, right?” He asked in a quiet voice. I remained still as out past conversations rushed into my head. “Right?” He asked.

I whispered, "If you insist on thinking that way, then I'll just consider myself guilty." Perhaps, I was guilty after all. He smirked. "Do you know what kind of quote that is?" "What?" "It's a quote from a 'slutty girl'." I pursed my lips. "It's getting late. I'll be going now." With that, I hurriedly left Jelaston Summit. Frank watched my receding figure, a hint of forbearance crossing his face. Only when he heard the door close did he lower his head, open his phone, and look at the message thread.

“Of course, we’re here for a makeup. What else did you think of? You need a makeover too.” “What crap are you talking about! Don’t you know that I’m pregnant; are you trying to poison my baby? And what’s so good about makeup; it only makes a person look like a creature.” When Grace heard what Sherman said, she pinched her ear. “Who said so; who looks like a creature?” Grace was really good at pinching ears that Sherman squealed in pain, “It’s me; I look like a creature.”