Hotel Grim Novels & Stories

They kissed amidst the roar of the engines an intimate moment filled with uncertainty, yet burning with unyielding resolve. They knew that in Jakarta, they would face the most dangerous versions of Konstantin and Grace yet. Meanwhile, high up in a skyscraper along Jakarta’s Sudirman business district, Grace stood on a balcony overlooking the city’s endless traffic below. Behind her, Julian Jr. was speaking with a local man dressed in a safari suit Dr. Aris. “They will come, won’t they?” Dr. Aris asked with a thick Indonesian accent. “They are already on their way,” Grace replied with a cold smile. “Let them come. In this city, Mavric Thorne is just another foreigner. And Liora Valerius… she

“I hate this place!” Even Six’s lips turned down in disgust as he hunted the motherfucker down. It was the worst of all of the motels. Old and dilapidated, outdated—sure, I could handle that. Disgusting, dirty, probably hadn’t been cleaned in months, and infested with bugs was too much. Why wasn’t the place shut down? “At least they shut down the restaurant. I can’t imagine how bad that place would be,” I said as I shivered in disgust. “Today’s special is our Joe’s Apartment burger, topped off with locally cultivated roaches. So local, they come from our own walls.”

She could not possibly get by with just the one she put on before she went to work. To her relief, Javier did not do anything worse after that. Their lunch was normal, with him giving orders to Grace between bites. When the meal was over and their agenda had been discussed, Javier and Grace got up and left to head to their destination. They got out of the car and stood outside the entrance. Then, suddenly, a white Ferrari tore through the road leading to the building before whirring to a stop. A young man disembarked, his voice loud as he greeted Grace. “Hey there, beautiful! I didn’t even know a premium sweetheart like you was available here!”

The dock was the place for fishermen who had spent months at sea and are itching to fill up their bellies before retiring back to their boats. My black colored Mercedes Coupe stood in stark contrast to the humble looking restaurant. The vehicle did not belong there, which means that I had to be very fast before someone hijacked it. I got down from my car and locked up the vehicle. It heavily reeked of fish, dirt and sweat. The combination of a hard days work. Even the Burger place was an eye sore. I entered and looked around to see the sparse population of customers. Bored looking customers. I located Jackson Corleone sitting by the window. He was in a dusty brown jacket and blue denim jeans

That was all I had brought with me on the jet. "We've got the local maps downloaded, Boss," Liam said, his voice low and measured. "The location is remote. Cliffside villa. High-end, heavily gated. Graham's got local security, but they're private hire. Mall cops with expensive suits and semi-automatics." "We don't need a whole army to deal with people like Graham," I said, my voice flat, devoid of any emotion. The coldness in my tone surprised even me. "He's a coward who hides behind lawyers and knockout gas. Five of us is a mercy. He won't see us coming."

I shiver at just the thought of something like that happening. "Welcome, shifters, to yet another exhilarating hunt." Grim, the most irritating soul keeper in existence, greets us with a crooked grin. His presence always seems to drain the energy from the atmosphere, as everyone feels a wave of sickness simply at the sight of him. Soul keepers look like us but are marked by their piercing silver eyes that shimmer in the dim light and complex tattoos of swirling patterns that cover their arms, chests and necks, each symbol telling its own story. "Why the sad faces? Cheer up, everyone! Today is a fun day! The more you cheer, the less likely you are to be chosen for the hunt," Grim chimes in wi

Paxton replies with a grin, exposing his white spotless teeth. “Do you like cold weather,” asks Gracie inquisitively. “I like warm weather, Hawaii is warm, tropical, has mountains and the sea.” The man replies with a dreamy distant voice, as if he is thinking of being in Hawaii right now. “Oh, how neat! Gracie says, covering up the disappointment for his lack of desire for cold weather. She goes into her van with her glass of wine to grab the salad, as Paxton removes the meat from the grill. I guess he could be a temporary romance before I move to Alaska, hmm he does not like cold weather. He is not for long term.

Dom gushed. “Oh fab! See you then!” Grace said. “Be safe guys!" James said as they walked out with a couple of guards. ======================================== Grace had chosen a local pub that she had frequented As a student. The food was cheap and the drink was cheaper, but she loved it! “Oh, it is a burger and pint night! Amazing! You have to try The Monster Burger with a foot of onion rings. If you can eat it all you get a free dessert!” Grace said happily.

Well, if he missed indigestion and diarrhea that much, what could a wife do except oblige? That afternoon, two men in the uniform of a large chain supermarket arrived to unload cups of super-spicy mac 'n' cheese in the front hall of the Grimm Co. building. The poor receptionist kept protesting, her voice rising with panic, "I think there's been a mistake! We didn't order any of this!" I stepped into the hall from behind the truck. When she saw me, she straightened at once and greeted me with forced politeness, "M-Mrs. Grimm! Good afternoon!"

Some of the contents spilled on my sneakers. GROSS. The crowd screamed in pleasure. “You were asking for my name? Its Viper and I fucking killed your father.” His pain filled eyes widened in shock and terror. “Have fun finding a donor before you die. Adios.” I smirked and walked away from his bloodied state. Jason had a proud smile on his face. “Marvelous, Viper.” Winking at him, I jumped out of the ring, winking at the men who had looked like they’ll murder me at any minute.