Gru Nose Novels & Stories

“If I wanted to do anything to you, I would have done it while you were asleep.” He then removed his coat and draped it over her. “My name is Grim Nosferatu,” he introduced himself. “Rose,” she said, eyeing him warily. Grim. Tall and muscular, looked down at her. His brown hair and brown eyes were striking against his perfect, semi-pale skin that seemed to glow faintly. He wore a dark blue shirt under a long coat. “What’s a fine lady like you doing all the way out here?” he asked. “It’s none of your business,” Rose snapped, clutching the coat tightly around her bare shoulders.

I swear this girl someday is going to kill me. “I don’t know, but did you know that your right nostril opens more when you’re sleeping than the left?” She asks and I frown, moving my hand straight to my nose and covering it. Thatcher broke my nose once, and since then I struggle to breathe through my nose because I never really went to the hospital to have it checked. It would raise too many questions and at the time I couldn’t answer them. “Okay, have you had breakfast?” I ask as I sit on the bed and Grace nods.

There's a knock on the door. "Chloe are you okay?" Rene asks and I quickly move into the bathroom to splash water on my face surprisingly I don't feel pain in my brain or my jaw and I've stopped thinking about hurting people. I look at my face in the mirror and I almost shatter the mirror with my hands when I see someone I don't recognize staring back at me. The person looks like me but I don't think she is me. For one, she has pointy ears, and large teeth, and she looks like a wolf. She also has bright golden brown eyes, the same as Nathan's.

GRACE I still remember the day I found my mate. The way he smelt was as fresh as the forest floor. The way his sandy blonde hair was always tied in a man bun. His blue eyes sparkled like the ripples in the ocean catching the glare of the sun. He was a pack warrior, his years of fighting took their toll on him, leaving him with a slightly crooked nose and a red scar that decorated his left cheek. The scar never healed thanks to the silver used to create it.

he groaned and growled again, “You smell so fucking intoxicating. You have no idea how hard it has been not to have my way with you over and over and over again” Gunner growled painfully. I opened my eyes again and wiped away the tears so that I could see him more clearly. He was hunched over in the chair with his hand placed firmly over his mouth and nose.

Except for the 10 Sotiras and 10 S-class level Heroes that were unexpectedly locked up. Gabriel sneezed with a start but then move his nose with his fingers expressionlessly, relieving the itch that his nose was feeling a while ago when he sneezes. He after that, gone to the stink to vigorously wash the fingers that moves his nose. In his mind, even though he cleaned and washes up his body every day or every time he felt a sticky sensation in his body, the nose which is visible to the public is still the most third dirty part of the body.

"Guilty babe." I hated to admit it, but Tristian was quite cute. His eyes were greyer than a stormy day and absolutely hypnotic. His midnight black hair was wavy and fell over his forehead messily. I wondered if that’s how it fell or if he wanted it to look messy. His tawny brown skin was almost illuminating. I noticed a hoop in his nose. I don't think I'd ever met a boy with a nose piercing. I sighed heavily. "Get in, I guess."

Bryan, I assumed, responded, and she thanked him. A skinny, pale guy strode out of a back room and headed for us. He was the definition of a ‘Gross Nerd.’ A large, crooked nose held up his round bifocals. His hair was short with white flakes that showered his shoulders as he itched above his ears. I had to hold back the gag that was trying to force itself free.

With all her strength, she smashed her head into his face. Thud! Nathan winced in pain, fresh blood flowing from his nose. He had a nosebleed. Meanwhile, Rose grinned triumphantly. "Feel that, you bastard!" Nathan was quite surprised, but then he burst into laughter when he realized that he had just been harshly retaliated by the small, seemingly weak and seductive girl. Damn it!

The rookie held his breath. Nathan stopped two feet from my knees. He was wide, his massive shoulders blocking out the light from the overhead fluorescent bulbs. He stared down at me, his face completely unreadable, his grey eyes fixed on the purple mark on my throat gland. He took a deep breath through his nose, processing the honey scent.