Grimmjow X Nel Novels & Stories

"What are you saying? Those two are targeted by Elisa, am I wrong?" Neptos nodded. "Jucel Greyn, a Saranian, and Chloe Rein, a Blood Star. Both can be a threat to her throne. But I know Elisa. She will not do anything against those two brats for now. She'd given them three years to survive." "But that doesn't mean nobody's going to harm these two." Neptos smiled. "Well," he mused and leaned back to his chair. "I saw them fight in Mineria Town. And I can say, their teamwork was just as natural as the breath and blood together."

Drinks and Damage. “Congratulations on getting justice, Noelle,” Nathaniel said while putting his hands in his pockets. Noelle smiled. She said, “I did not know you were here.” “I arrived just in time to see the show,” Nathaniel revealed. “It was spectacular.” “I saw it too,” Alice said. “Xavier and I were seated in the third row. We were enjoying it. I wish I had brought popcorn.” Then Alice laughed. “Did you see the look on Brian’s face when he saw that video of his best friend and Gwen? My God!”

he smirked, pulling off the gag from my mouth. As the tight fabric came off, I took a moment to compose myself, inhaling deeply before speaking. “What do you want from me, Nello?” I questioned, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was still racing. I couldn’t hide my revulsion as Nello held my hair tenderly, trying to play with it in a sickeningly possessive manner. I snapped at him, demanding he let go, and forcefully yanked my hair away from his grip. But Nello seemed unfazed, his hand remaining frozen in the air as he stared at it, lost in his own twisted thoughts.

Olivia POV. Warmth gushes within me as I watch Grim walk away. A smile tugs at my lip. It is the first genuine smile that tugs at my lips after Conrad’s death, and my daydreaming of my mate caused it. Grim, the beastly hybrid. What the hell is happening to me? Well, I can’t blame myself for the warm sensation that flooded me. He had pecked me—not an aggressive one or out of duty, but a soft, patient one.

"You like how much better it feels than my father's." "Yes! Ah-ah-ah! Yes! Give it to me! Harder! Mmm-hmmm!" Nelly was approaching the edge. Her vision was starting to go dark. She felt the fire building in her center, a tight coil of tension ready to snap. She gripped Armman’s shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt. "I'm... I'm... ahhh! Armman! Now! Right now!" She hit her climax. Her walls went into violent spasms, squeezing him like a vice. She cried out, the sound lost in a loud guitar solo on the radio.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

leaving me wondering how much more of a monster was shackled deep beneath those beautiful dark hues of his as I gazed up hazzyly at him. "You heard, didn't you, brother? but I care the slightest because I won't watch you get yourself fucking killed! I can't lose you, you hear me?!" Nelly's snarl echoed ragingly even though it cracked at intervals. glancing behind Dominic, she was standing there, trembling and disheveled with her fists tightly balled by her sides, her lips trembling, the finger marks from earlier still utterly visible on her neck as her eyes moistened with unshed tears.

“To hell with this kingdom, I don’t care one bit about it. I don't care if it burns to the ground with its people...” A slap ripped through the air and smacked Nelanian in the face, causing him to lose his footing and stumble. When he looked up, his gaze fell on her. The shiny eyeballs glistened with tears, reflecting the flapping curtains that danced behind them. Her bottom lip quivered as the hand that had delivered the smack trembled from an adrenaline surge.

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

After a second of holding his gaze, I look down at my hands. Glee and butterflies dance happily in my stomach as I stare down at my hands. Nole bested the beast. He killed it while showing off... for me. Suddenly Xiu goes rigid next to me and I look up. Nole and the sweet moments he just shared with me fall to the back of my mind as I look from my stiff friend to the battleworn field to see the champion from Gaimo, Lieutenant Modok... Xiu's champion. He looks confident and ready as he stands waiting for his beast, but I know Xiu is feeling the same anxiety I was feeling for Nole not even two minutes ago.