Grover Underwood Novels & Stories

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Grover genuinely apologized,"I'm just saying that you look too approachable. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a saint for not jumping you, right now." "You are such sweet dummy." Heather giggled and laced her arms around his neck, careful not to rub her face against his as she leaned in for a hug,"You really didn't have to apologize.", "I know." He replied with a smirk and she drew apart from him, punching him not so lightly on his shoulder, "Asshole.". He chuckled and took off his jacket as he settled his weight on her bed while she gathered her things, "So...how was your date?" She asked and Grover shrugged as he lay on his back,

Alexie’s POV Grover is definitely digging his own grave with his hands. I couldn’t stop shaking my head as I read the information I was provided with about him by my assistant for the fourth time. Yesterday, I spent half of the night re-reading it to be sure everything I was seeing there was true. Some of the information displayed there didn’t look like he would do that because of his innocent face. Anyways, that wasn’t a big deal because a lot of big fish out there would do worse than that behind closed doors.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

He couldn't wait for that to happen and he'd surely get the most out of it. ********** Trevor groaned as he landed several punches on the bag before him. He had been going on for a while now and he was doing so to relieve the tension within him. Working on the instruments in the enormous gym room which was underneath his building made him relieved within a few minutes. He only needed to land several punches on the punching bag and run on the treadmill for him to calm down. But he had been working on both for a few hours and the tension was still lodged in him. Heck, it seemed to multiply as his thoughts became intense.

he said in between sobs. “Do what, Grover? What did I do other than love and protect you all these years?” “What the fuck are you talking about, man? You weren’t even here!” He screamed through his tears. “You were off playing cowboy in Savannah with your new crew. You just split and left us all here, and now you just ride back into town and everybody starts sucking your dick, just like always. You’re the fucking President now, and everyone knows it should be Wolf, or Clutch. At least someone that’s not a fucking runner!”