Grór Novels & Stories

“Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.” “Pleasure! Come in! I’ll see if Mina is available. If she’s not here, they’re probably next door coming up with some new makeup or something,” Mrs. Graycort held the door open, and we came in. “Did you get my text?” Kam asked when we came inside. I laughed. “Was she really so jealous?” Rose snorted. “She was greener than a sick leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.” “Leprechauns aren’t green,” Chrissy said. I groaned. “They have very tan skin, and hate being referred to as ‘little people.’ They also suck at tipping.”

he said while stretching out his right hand in front of Malia. "S- Ska ... Skars –Skarsgard ?!" shrieked Malia with sharp rounded eyes.

he extended his hand and I gladly shook it, feeling at ease by his politeness, "You must be Zion. The boy daring enough to ask our little Alina to the dance." I heard a groan from behind him. He moved to the side to reveal the sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes on. Somehow, I managed to find a cat woman costume for her. The tight-fitting one-piece fitted her like a second skin, shaping her every curve. She had her dark hair open and straight, flowing down to her waist. Minimal makeup covered her face, the most noticeable being the blood-red lipstick that stained her lips. Black cat ears sat on her head and a black whip was held in her hand. She rested her weight onto one leg, propping out