Robert Grimminck Novels & Stories

How did I meet someone like this? How did life happen? I went from hating someone with all my whole heart and being scared of him to falling in love with him and spending time with him. The same beast that we are all scared off. It made me realize that Grim was not a villain. He just misunderstood. He was just someone with a soft heart who got betrayed and scorned so badly that he did not bother making any amends again. But wait a minute. How did he know what I was thinking about? I glared at him, and he gave me a sweet apologetic smile. He continued reading my thoughts.

Intentional or not she sought me out to feel safe, and that means more than she'll ever know. "Alpha Nicholas. Thank you for informing me of the situation and allowing us to be here." While I knew that I couldn't stop the Elders from coming here it didn't mean that I would allow them near my mate if I didn't trust them enough. Luckily for me, I've worked with Elder Rick more than once and he's honestly one of the best men that I have ever met.

Like a satellite in space, she was lost in a trance - letting out a smile and blushing in the same instance. “Thank you, dear. I miss you” Richard Walter has a wholesome smile, one that made his dimples come out clear. Whenever he smiled, a sparkle reflects in his dark eyes. He passes for a dream man and has unimaginable attributes. He has an athletic body, a handsome look, shiny dark hair and a glowing lips. Grace could not help but smile at the thought of his finesse. Though, Richie had attitudes that seem unfit for a guy like him. He detests teases,

I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face. He smiled again and offered his elbow. We walked into the mansion in front of us and he showed his invitation. Someone took our coats and ushered us inside. I grabbed a glass of champagne from the first waiter I saw because I needed liquid courage for the night. The man was too chatty for my liking. He spoke about how he liked his women ‘b and w’ meaning, he wanted them to have a huge ass and sizeable boobs. Then he said he loved the ‘slim thick’ women like ‘me’.

Rebecca said trying to persuade him. "Even I agree sir, A worker like Chef Grots is by far our best chef and experienced man, if we fire him we loose him to a better company or worse him starting his own restaurant". Jake said trying to pacify him too, he thought about it more after hearing jakes opinion,

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

Nixon has been haunting my dreams in the most pleasant of ways and I keep replaying the small moment of hope I felt when he called after me the other day as we walked down the street before we went our separate ways. His one word 'Mate' also plagued my mind. It's not lost on us that Brayers, Willows Brook and Carver are bordering towns to a wolf pack. We've been living along side them since the eighteen hundreds.

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

Uncle Bob scolded him. It was Eleanor’s turn to send him a mocking smirk too. She escaped being caught by uncle Bob anyways. Their dad said the grace after which they all feasted on their meal quietly. Uncle Bob was the first to finish. He grabbed some mouth wipes and wiped his mouth. He worked his throat back and forth for a little while. Eleanor knew that moment he had something serious to say. Typical uncle Bob. “I heard you visited your friend yesterday…” he started, picking his teeth carefully as he spoke. One word at a time with a deadly calmness.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.