روايات وقصص ضمن Gru's

GRACE:- The day unfolded for the employees of GRACE like a tumultuous rollercoaster ride. Following the departure of investors, a group of concerned employees gravitated toward Robin, seeking clarification about the incident. In the midst of the uneasy atmosphere, Robin found himself facing the challenging task of assuring his team that, regardless of who withdrew their support, the company was resilient and not on the brink of collapse.

I was still silent, waiting for Ian to continue. He then explained to me that it had been twelve years since Gruvv had experienced RUT, Gruvv could not smell pheromones due to a mental illness he suffered from. The trigger was the death of his best friend, then he and George were accused of being the murders in his best friend house and went to prison. He was separated from George because he was underage at the time.

Well not exactly abnormal but I have always found his head quite bigger than the rest of his body. He walks to the center and starts addressing us with a voice that sends chills at the back of my neck. "As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways."

Two more groups presented and the next group was "Anna Peterson and Harry Pace!" Kavinsky and Kaylee cheered them up more than everyone as they moved forward. "What we have here, is just to explain the concept of gravity...", Anna started and when she was done, Harry picked it up from where she left it and continued. After they were done, they presented again with their project, to show how it works. "A C4!", the teacher shouted again and they went back to their seats. It was a common project he had seen over the years, so he was not that impressed.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

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!

Let's use that name since that word seems to mean 'yes' or 'agree' from his perspective. Besides having soft fur, beautiful eyes, and a soft belly, Gru is also a good listener. More precisely, he has a funny and cute reaction to every story I tell him. He would be whining when I told him about sad things, he would also pat my hand with his little paw. As if to comfort me. When my story turned into a series of curses I aimed at Luelle, he would growl, too, showing his fangs. Indeed, this was a strange but pleasant encounter.

I grin as my eyes take in my family's home. I have missed them. Fighting has kept me from visiting for far too long. I straighten my new civilian clothes and switch my bag to my other hand. I take a deep breath and head for the door. I know my family is expecting me since it has already been announced I am a Gold Ranked Harvest Champion, but I didn't call. I needed time to process the last battle and come to terms with all the friends we lost. I stayed in my military-provided living quarters for a few days before transporting home to Gaimo. I refused calls from everyone and sat in silence like I always do after a difficult battle and funeral services. I needed it, but my mother and sister wo