Hotel Grim นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He must realize it because he steps back and resumes his guard duties with the sour expression now painted on his face. "Jax's," Kara shouts and pumps her fist in the air. This receives cheers from the crew. Jax's is an underground bar that serves the worst hooch in the Federation. We get paid in credits and Jax's place charges fewer than most out of the disreputable establishments and it's where you go to get seriously drunk. If no one dies of alcohol poisoning tonight, I'll consider this visit a success.

“I'm going away. I can't believe you won't let her go. I need to know why the mother of my best friend snatched our happiness. Don't you remember how we used to sit there looking happy? Chatting with each other while the hunter tickles her. That moment is all gone. Grace, your mother is gone. You are an orphan. Don't you want revenge. Don't you want to stop the person who tried to end our happiness?” She asked. Grim swallowed hard and looked at me, “Will you be safe?” He asked. My heart squeezed with endless pain. He is the first person I told about my encounter with the pack, and here he was sending me back there just for his dead mate. I pushed back those tears that threatened to fall down

The other is moving, gesturing, slicing the air. "...and the boys are saying the site isn't secure," O'Malley blusters, his jowls shaking. "They’re hearing rumors, Mr. Grimaldi. Rumors that you’ve got heat on you. That working a Grimaldi site right now is like wearing a target on your back." "The site is secure," I say. My voice sounds distant to my own ears. "The rumors are noise." "Noise doesn't put food on the table when a man gets caught in a crossfire," O'Malley counters, leaning forward. "We want a twenty percent bump on the hazard pay. Or the mixers stop turning tomorrow morning."

Date = 22 November Funny how much difference two days and a near-death experience can make. Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Damion “Hey, it’s Damion Grimm,” some guy whispers loudly to his date, not even bothering to lower his voice as he points. Fantastic. I manage a faint smile anyway, feeling the tight pull of the scab splitting at the corner of my lower lip. “He looks like shit,” the guy adds helpfully. “I thought he was still in the hospital,” the girl says, craning her neck as they glide past us on the red carpet, her heels clicking against stone like punctuation marks to my humiliation.

“Nope. And don’t lock your door. It’s safe here.” “You’re sure?” Through Trent’s nose we smell fried meat, curdling grease, the soft scent of bread baking, all of it courtesy of two steamy vents above the dumpsters. Trent’s stomach rumbles, and we think: God bless youth. Always up for food, no matter how bad the situation or intense the fear. We could use some high-cholesterol nourishment, as well. Expanding one’s tendrils through a living host is grinding work. “Yeah. Big Jim, remember?”

Elio laughed until his chest ached. "They bragged about being top dogs, then the rich treated them like actual dogs. Ha! Oh, my sides!" My phone beeped. A message from Sam Bankman flashed on the screen. Sam: [Mr. Grimwald, I still want to show you my sincerity. If you will, please join me for dinner at the Beauclap Grand Hotel's premier restaurant. Room 705. Please give me one more chance to prove my sincerity, sir.]

Slowly she agreed with me as she scan me. “I could never forgive myself if something bad happen to you.” I held her cheeks and shook my head. “Remember? I’ll be all right now. You trained me so well.” To dismiss the topic I walk toward the elders who’s announcing with a tone of authority. “What is happening? I-Is it really true?” I faced her. “Grimson is being invaded?” The way she press her lips told me already the answer. My throat is already dried, breeze run through my vine. My chest is panicking. Hunters, how bad could they be? Why does they have to travel this far just to get what they want?

He opened his mouth and cursed, and the stench directly sprayed on Grimm’s face. “Urgh!” Grimm’s stomach was already uncomfortable that night. After smelling the stench, his stomach immediately started to churn, and he wanted to throw up. Seeing that he was about to throw up, Yori was completely furious. A scumbag criminal dared to do this to him, and he also put his anger towards Monica on Grimm. His face suddenly became very cold, he looked more like a murderer than the two people in the interrogation room. He was so cold and gloomy that Grimm quickly covered his mouth in fear.

All instinct. "Don't see anyone," Grim sent, his voice growled words into shapes, "But... something has been here..." My spine went cold. "What did you smell?" I sent back, my eyes glued to the screen as I watched him prowl out of frame. A pause. Then his answer came blunt and certain. "Decay. Death." My jaw clenched. My hands curled into fists at my side. I looked to Savannah. I didn't want to alarm her, but I also didn't want to lie.

Grimm got to the party around 8:20pm, and it was crowded with college students. They were drinking, smoking weed, making out, dancing and all that shit. He hates to admit it, but they were having a lot of fun. To bad for the three that’s going to lose their life, right?