The Grind Is Real Novels & Stories

" Robert's temper flared at once, and he shot a resentful look at Ellie. Ellie looked down guiltily, not daring to meet his eyes. Because the reporters were livestreaming, the netizens immediately began tearing Robert apart. "Unbelievable. The great CEO of Schmidt Corp is nothing but a cheating scumbag!" "Right? Carrying on with his mistress right in the office. How disgusting! They both deserve what's coming to them." "Ladies, we need to boycott Schmidt Corp. Trash people make trash products. Using their stuff will probably ruin your skin!" Robert's face was as dark as thunder as he glared coldly at me.

We have another roommate, but he’s not gonna be here for a couple more days. Later, back in my own room, I start to get horny. My favourite thing about living away from my parents - who i’m not out to - is that I can just go on grindr whenever I’m in the mood, get a guy over to give head to/pound me and then move on without anyone thinking anything! So, I think, fuck it - let’s have a moving in celebration. Besides, I like to go on grindr in new areas just to see the talent 😂 So I log on and take a look. There’s two faceless profiles who are insanely close, “DL” and “🍑”, I figured they’re probably in the same building… hot. But I normally don’t message faceless folks until they hmu with a

Jackie's phone slid out of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud. He stared at the kissing scene on the screen, then at the guests' faces. The erstwhile partners who raised a toast earlier took a step back. The whispers in the corner were the first to break the silence, and whispers turned into roars. "He crossed the Olivieros? Is he mad?" "A 750-million-dollar investment? Yeah, right. It's going to kill him." "He's deep in debt, and his partners are pulling out. His company's going bankrupt. He's done for."

“Admit it. You’ve been half-hard since I walked in here tonight. Probably since practice. Probably since the first time I called you short stack in the locker room.” “Fuck you,” he hissed, but his voice cracked on the last word and his hips rolled up to meet mine like he couldn’t help it. We were basically grinding on each other now, messy and uncoordinated, my cock sliding against his thigh while his dick rubbed against my stomach through the thin shorts, and every time one of us moved the wet sounds got louder and more embarrassing.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

Lucky smiled and continued singing the song in her head. “Nobody’s gonna do you like me, my nasty grind, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, my nasty grind.” Lucky sang in her head as she lifted her hips a little, sat down on his dick a little harder, leaned back, put Taji’s hands on her breast, and started grinding on him faster. He was sucking on her neck trying not to moan out loud. He was squeezing her breast hard, as he started pumping his hips wildly.

I tried to take yet another step but it felt like my feet were glued to the hard ground! “What prophecy are you talking about?” This couldn’t be happening. How can two dreams be so alike? “Grisha!” The voice shrieked causing the land I was standing on to rumble and tremble, and then split into million cracks. A terrified scream tore out of me and that's when I tore from my bed panting heavily! I could feel the rush of cool air on my sweat-covered skin. I willed my eyes to open and found the concerned looks of my dorm mates who were now surrounding my bed.

They moved with a rhythmic, mechanical synchronization. Metal ground against metal—relentless, grinding. The vibration traveled up through the stone pavers and into the soles of my boots, settling in my jaw. Each grinding cycle sent tremors through my teeth. Steam vented between each beat in sharp bursts—scalding, cutting through the air with a high-pitched shriek.

He, O’Grady, was about to start a Fight Club, to step up in the ladder of life. Having a wh*re who was shared with his brother, would not be good for his image. He laughed, but a humorless sound emitted as he pulled out his hip flask and drank. “These women will come and go, Saint. She knew what she was signing up for when she put her stamp on that document.” He moved and his brother quickly eased Bianca’s sleeping body into his arms. O’Grady continued in a flat voice, “Our little martyr here knew what she was signing up for when she joined us. The fact that she’s loving every minute of being f*cked, shows she’s a little wh*re, that’s all. She’ll go on spreading her legs, showing off her pre

I asked. He lowered himself into the seat, closed his eyes, and exhaled a low moan. It was a deep, sexual sound that was wholly inappropriate for the occasion and set my teeth on edge. “Excuse me,” he said, his cheeks reddening. “It’s the nature of my bargain. I never anticipated that having a substantial spindle would be such a burden.” “Spindle?” I mouthed. Griff leaned into me and whispered, “He probably sold himself for a larger cock.”