The Grind Never Stops Novels & Stories

GRINDA “Girrrlllll I'm so high right now and I can't feel my legs and hands but I'm Having fun!!” Grinda screamed, explaining her feelings to her friend, jumping and dancing like a crazy person. She hadn't felt this free and happy in months, she missed her parents so much and her mate had also been keeping his distance, staying cold since he caught them a month ago. “Take this drink and just enjoy” The new guy pushed another strong and cold alcoholic drink into her hand, from the side of her eye she saw Tahlia seated on a sofa and so calm.

Several deals had been poached by competitors at the last minute because of it. It looked like there was a mole inside the company. My disgust eased just a fraction as I sent my reply. "If you're lonely, Mr. Wesley, try a graveyard. There's plenty of company there. It's perfect for someone like you."

"If your father's transfer was clean—" "It was clean." She paused. "But clean doesn't matter if the process is loud enough. Roland doesn't need to win the claim. He needs to create enough noise to destabilise the Northaven deal before it finalises. Shake the partners. Spook the investors." She leaned back. "He needs me distracted and on the defensive for approximately six weeks." "And then?" "And then he makes an offer to acquire the thing he just destabilised at a fraction of its value." She said it without emotion. "It's elegant, actually. If you don't know it's happening to you."

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

"The people in the mud... they aren't numbers on a data-sheet. They’re the heartbeat of this city. And I’m not letting you stop it." "The heartbeat of a terminal patient," my father, CEO Vane, interjected from his command chair. He didn't even look up from his tablet, his fingers dancing across the glass as he adjusted the targeting coordinates. "The 'Grit' was a failed experiment, #3. It produced chaos, rebellion, and... well, you. The 'Original' protocol is about order. About a world where every soul has a pre-defined frequency. No more slums. No more hunger. Just perfect, silver silence."

Loud enough for the front rows. Whispers exploded. A cousin dropped her bouquet. Jose's face went hot. He stormed down the aisle, shoes crushing petals. "You piece of shit. You always do this. Always have to drag everything into the mud the second I get something clean." Rainer smiled with his teeth. "Clean? You buried an empty box, Jose. She made sure of it." Security hauled him toward the doors. Rainer kept talking even as they dragged him out. "Ask her about the pills. Ask her why the grave dirt looked fresh last week."

Taylor forced herself to hold back her tears and left. Shawn knelt alone at the grave for a long time and cried for what felt like an eternity. Rain began to pour down in torrents, but he did not move. The downpour drenched him completely and turned him into a soaked mess. Like a madman, he leaned against my tombstone. The phone screen lit up briefly. As soon as Shawn glanced at it, his face darkened. He shakily pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. The rain had soaked the pregnancy test report. The ink was blurred and smeared, making the original writing illegible.

Everyone that I loved is there looking at me with fear and discomfort like it is hard for them to see me in pain, like in just the blink of an eye they know they will lose me. It seems like my ears go deaf and everything is in slow motion as I hear their cries and scream telling me not to leave them, but I don't know if I can still hold on, I don't know if my love for them is good enough to fight my fate. I am just blankly looking at the lights in a ceiling that we passed while they quickly push the stretcher so my life will be saved right away. But I don't know if holding on is still my choice right now... because it felt like that the deities already decide on my fate.

I can't deny the fact that I truly missed him so much and was eagerly wanted to make love with him again. "Oh, damn! That’s it, Love . . . grind with me," he growled as I met his every thrust. "Ah . . . harder, love . . . please . . . I’m almost there . . ." His moves went harsh and hard this time as per my request to him. His thrust then gets faster as I hugged him tightly to press our bodies even closer. I could already feel something that is building up inside my walls and it was about to explode. I couldn’t take it anymore. I am going to have my release.