Grind Never Stops Novels & Stories

"Happiness isn't about how much money you have." "That's just an excuse poor people make," Charles sneered. "With me, Sophia gets to wear fancy Chanel dresses, sparkling Bulgari jewelry, and carry stylish Hermès bags. We spend our summers on sunny Zyrene beaches and our winters skiing in the Aldren Peaks. What can you offer her? Scratchy clothes and tough steaks?" The words stung, and I glanced at Brandon, worried he might crumble. However, he just smiled and asked, "If Sophia's so wonderful, why did you hurt her before?"

Ryan Hardin froze for a moment. In nine years of our agreement, it was the first time I had ever dared to tell him “no.” His eyes swept over me, brows furrowed. “Daisy Boyle, have you lost your mind, or is that unstable wolf of yours acting up again?” My wolf roared inside me, furious and restless, but I kept my face calm as I met his gaze. After a long silence, he grew uneasy under my stare and finally snapped, “Fine. If you will not do it, then never do it again. Do not expect me to ever grace you with my appetite.”

Once everyone found out I'd bought this crappy little company, even the people who used to believe in me started giving me that look, like they didn't trust me anymore. "A digital media company on its last legs is supposed to beat real estate? Especially on a project we've sunk nine figures into? Please. Looks like this newly returned Mr. Mark is all show and no substance." "I'm still Team Mr. Jerome. Mr. Mark's been gone for ten years. How is he supposed to compete with Mr. Jerome, who's been studying business the right way since he was a kid?"

I found my hips jerked against his, grinding helplessly, chasing the fading sparks even as they built again into something sharper. “Oh fuck—oh fuck! Mr Black—” My voice cracked into a high, keening whine, words dissolving into nothing but breathy sobs. My thighs locked so tight around his waist my calves cramped, heels digging into the small of his back like I was trying to fuse us together. Every twitch of his cock inside me, now thick and pulsing with the last of his release, sent another shock ripping through my core. My walls fluttered wildly, milking him over and over, greedy even though he’d already filled me to dripping.

"Don't be mad at Mom, Dad, or Bianca. They're just worried about me. "I know you saved me, and I'm really grateful." His words made my skin crawl as I coldly snapped, "Save the gratitude. Just stay away from me." The smile finally slipped from his face. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Who do you think you are, Leo? You're just a country bumpkin who grew up in some rural town, so what makes you think you're worthy of competing with me?" When he noticed my pupils constrict, his smile widened. "You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now."

Then he looked at me, really looked at me. “You ever think maybe some wars just never end?” he asked quietly. “All the time,” I said. He nodded, eyes tired and old. “Then maybe the only thing left to do is pick what side you want to bleed for.” I didn’t have an answer. Maybe because I didn’t know which side was mine anymore. Before I could speak, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me check. A photo popped up. Griff was on the ground and there was blood everywhere. The clubhouse was behind him… burning.

CRACK. Another whip landed, deeper than the last, slicing through the already shredded skin of my shoulder blades. I didn't wince. I didn't even make a sound. I just stared at the concrete floor, my jaw locked so hard I could feel my molars grinding together, turning my soul into a block of black, impenetrable ice.

The fabric slid over my skin, a second skin that concealed the true nature beneath. As I waited, the seconds stretched into an eternity, each tick of the clock a reminder that destiny unfolded at its own pace. The air, pregnant with anticipation, crackled with the energy of malevolence, a force that transcended the physical realm. The coffee, now a lukewarm elixir, failed to invigorate me as I sank deeper into the abyss of my thoughts. Ten minutes, a seemingly arbitrary span, held the promise of revelation. My phone buzzed, a familiar vibration that signaled the emergence of consequences. It was Grinjo, my beta, whose loyalty to the pack and unquestioning obedience made him the perfect beare

"It's time to get everyone moving. We have to find the sacred relic." "Got it, sir." He bowed. "I'm heading out." Feran nodded. After the car drove off, he couldn't hold it in anymore, and blood came up with his cough. He knew his body was falling apart, but he still hadn't found anyone to replace him. Those ten people from Grindham were all born on a date charged with negative energy. They'd only bought him time when he had absorbed their energy. Only the sacred relic could fix him completely.

The muscle in his jaw moved once. "Fine," he said. "But you wear an earpiece. I'm outside and I hear everything in real time." He paused. "Non-negotiable." She held his gaze. He didn't flinch. "Fine," she said. He turned back to the front. She looked out the window and the city blurred past and she thought about her mother — about Neva in her coat, always ready to leave, always carrying more than she showed. She thought about the drawing room of the family home and the way her mother had said I should have pushed harder with the specific weight of a woman who had been punishing herself for years.