Hotel Grim Novels & Stories

They carry the weight of permanence, the kind that creaks with menace when pushed open, like they are warning you that once you step inside, there is no easy way back out. And as if not enough, they are framed by bouncers in all-black with that dead-eyed stillness only men paid to break bones can manage. Bass music pulses faintly even through the metal, a promise of chaos waiting inside. The air reeks of sea salt and flowers, mixed with the sharp tang of spilled beer clinging to the pavement. “Is that …” Lee sounds a bit lost, so I butt in. “Yep, that’s Damion Grimm. A beautiful specimen of the male species — champion, adrenaline junkie, big on speed, not big on taking things slow. Mel’s hub

Grimm gets up and opens another trunk, pulling out a bottle of liquor and two empty glasses. “Damn, you’re prepared.” “That I am,” he says with a soft smile. As he pours into the glasses, I open the box of chocolates and pop one in my mouth. Immediate regret. “Bitter chocolate! Eww!” Grimm laughs. “Here. Wash it down with this.” He sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?” He grabs the box of chocolates and begins to sniff them while I shrug, readying myself for the burning sensation the drink will cause in my throat. But the burning begins without even taking a sip. It slides from my throat to my stomach.

"Since our brunch was crap would you be interested in going to a restaurant to dine? I shrugged, really just wanting to learn my power. "We can just have a late lunch at your home and head to the practice area," I suggested and he nodded as he sped off. Grim went to the drive thru at some taco joint and ordered six hardshell and two beef quesadillas, along with three large sodas. So much for dining in a restaurant. He sat the food bag in the back seat and handed me the drink carrier. "How do reapers perish?" Grim looked startled at my question and ground his teeth. "Why, are you planning on killing me," he sneered. I huffed and rolled my eyes. I clenched my fist and flicked a gold ball of en

What the fuck do I do if I flirt with him and he freaks out? “How’s your old lady?” I ask, trying to sound uninterested. Grim sighs. “Visiting her sister for the week.” “You don’t seem too hard done by,” I mutter. “She knows me. I might have made her my old lady, but she knows if there’s an opportunity, I’m fucking a woman.” He says it casually, like she doesn’t matter. Maybe she doesn’t. I hum, not sure what the hell to say to that. “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Grim continues, “I like my women… but I’m not picky when something better comes along.”

Harvey could not stop rolling his eyes as he could feel his head throbbing again, but he still suppressed what he was feeling. "Thanks, but I don't like anything too greasy in the morning. I prefer vegetarian if possible. You can put the deep-fried hoppers aside. I'll reheat it in the afternoon." Vaida blinked her beautiful eyes. After some hesitation, she said, "I see. We'll set it aside for now, then. This is a local delicacy in Grand City. You can't even buy this with money."

he grunted and gripped her neck with his free hand. Jade struggled, thrashing her limbs about in the air. She gasped for air but got none causing her whole face to go red. Her vision had gone blurry and her heart was palpitating loudly. A feeling of impending doom washed all over her and she believed she was really going to die this time. She shut her eyes, giving in to whatever comes next.

Liam's guards and servants were there to offer bountiful homages, as a slight defect in the hospitality could affect their mood in the meeting. "A warm welcome to you, Mister Griffin," Liam said extending his hand to the first man. Mr Griffin was the greatest gold dealer in the city and true to his work he was regarded in gold. From his jewelry, chains, nose rings, down to even his Arabian kaftan. All these were made in pure gold. Liam had always felt intimidated by him even though Griffin tried to be humorous. "The very big dog of the Hemsworth family," Mr Griffin called out, shaking Liam's hand aggressively. Yes, he also loved to behave like a rogue. your father called us for an emergency

Then I got this video of him beaten black and blue. "They're demanding 1.5 million dollars, or I'm picking out a coffin." By the end, the woman was a mess, tears streaming down her face. She was just a simple farmer; that kind of cash might as well be moon rocks. Grimalkin was the nickname for the North of Southeast Maison, a no-go zone infamous for its dark arts. Even the local big shot, Leo, gave it a wide berth. The place was, simply put, a nightmare.

he said smiling sheepishly then they left the restaurant for the park to a nearby ice cream parlor across the other Lane of the road, opposite the restaurant. "Welcome to gracier's ice cream booths what would you like to have?", the young man stood up eyeing Kim up and down like he wanted to eat her up, the man sent her a flirtatious glares licking his bottom lip as he winked at her, alpha Jaden noticed the young man's glares on kim and he growled at him.

Nathan is my best friend but I swear if he doesn’t shut the hell up, I just might gut him. “how many times do I have to tell you, no damned pickles in my bloody burgers!” I screeched while spitting the half chewed burger back into the brown lunch bag. At least he had the decency to look terrified, “oh come on, it can’t possibly be that bad” he muttered while obviously trying to hold in his laughter, his brown eyes crinkling at the sides, the moron had done it on purpose. “is this payback? For disappearing to Hawaii? Because trust me you took the worst routes by messing with my burger, would you blame me for attempting to get a natural tan for myself? You have it oh so naturally” I muttered