Grind Never Stops Novels & Stories

Silas grinds his molars so hard, I hear one crack. Music to my fucking ears. But it's not enough. Every last second of his pathetic life needs to be carved out in pain.

Taylor forced herself to hold back her tears and left. Shawn knelt alone at the grave for a long time and cried for what felt like an eternity. Rain began to pour down in torrents, but he did not move. The downpour drenched him completely and turned him into a soaked mess. Like a madman, he leaned against my tombstone. The phone screen lit up briefly. As soon as Shawn glanced at it, his face darkened. He shakily pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. The rain had soaked the pregnancy test report. The ink was blurred and smeared, making the original writing illegible.

I would have to face the reality that I couldn't change the last twenty-four hours-there would be no mulligan. Gray was never coming back. Nothing anyone could say or do would ever change that.

Even listening to their howl, Griffin remained calm. . #TBC

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

In the video, Nina was leisurely browsing in a store. The store owner looked puzzled. "Lass, aren't you a senior? The SAT is today, right? Why are you still here? Won't you miss the exam? Nina replied indifferently, "It's fine. I can't pass the exam anyway, so it's okay if I miss it!" Finally, under the owner's helpless gaze, Nina slowly bought a pile of lollipops, then walked out of the store leisurely like an old man taking a walk at the park.

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The legend of the Black Mountain was a story told by children who had never known the weight of a hammer. ​I looked at the shattered gear in Killian’s hand, a broken piece of a world that was no longer perfect. It was a reminder that freedom is a process of constant repair. It is the friction of the heart against the coldness of the universe. I walked to the edge of the turbine pit and watched the massive pistons plunging up and down, their motion a testament to our stubborn refusal to fade away into the silence.