Trouble From Grimm Novels & Stories

"I remember one time, I tried to help Jack back to his room after he got wasted. He snapped my arm like a twig." "Same here. Everyone says drunk Jack turns into the Grim Reaper. Get too close to him, and you're done for. I was young and stupid enough to test it once. I got him completely hammered just to see what would happen. I ended up with fractures all over my body and spent two months in the hospital." "The doctor said Jack has this insane self-defense reflex. When he's drunk, he doesn't trust anyone, so he attacks whoever comes near him. What makes this girl so special that she's the first person he actually trusts when he's wasted?"

He left after saying that. I tried to make my way back to the city on my own, but in the middle of the night, I heard wolves howling. Terrified, I had no choice but to retreat back into the villa. There was no food inside—no water either. After just three days, I collapsed in the living room, utterly drained. Staring at my twisted fingers and battered body, I clenched my teeth hard enough to draw blood. Then suddenly, the villa door was kicked open. My housekeeper rushed in with a group of people.

Eyes burning red like embers. A wraith. Lira grabbed my arm. “What the hell is that?” “A reminder that Grimfall hates visitors.” I threw a hex charm. It fizzled—barely slowed the thing down. It rushed us. We ran. Out the back. Through twisted alleys and skeletal buildings. Lira kept up, which surprised me, but adrenaline is a hell of a motivator. We ducked into a broken train car, panting, hearts racing. “Is it gone?” she asked.

] Zane uttered indifferently, “I heard that you have been spreading rumors about me. Apparently, I have a sensitive stomach and can’t hold it in, huh?” I let out a wicked smile. “That’s all me. I can fix that little problem for you now.” I propelled forward with my foot to stomp him straight in the gut. To my surprise, he caught my foot, and I froze mid-kick. He narrowed his eyes at me, looking as if he would show me a world of pain. I turned meek right away. Out of my three childhood friends, Zane was one to hit back. With a timid and whiny voice, I asked cautiously, “Zane, would you believe me if I said I was going to give you a tummy rub with my foot?”

Chapter 87 “It’s okay. None of this is your fault. The man is just ambitious, too ambitious for my liking. How dare he think he can walk into my coven and announce he is going to wage war against me just because I refused to deal with him?” Grim said in a breath. He was trying to calm her down but had failed woefully. He had barely regained calm after Ressa’s visit. “It’s my fault, Grim. You already have so much to deal with, and now I ended up burdening you with my past. I am being an inconvenience.”

Too bad he had had so much hopes for the boy that he would eventually clear himself out in the past. He could now see that in some or most cases, it was best to let certain sleeping dogs lie and not expect more from anyone. He was walking down and accustomed the guards he had placed over him talking and when they saw him they stopped and bowed. The other guy looked really troubled as Grimshaw came and even more was the clear fear in his eyes. Had something happened again, Grimshaw wondered as he asked the young men what the problem was exactly. One nudged the other

They didn’t speak much, but their eyes found each other often—checking, steadying. After they were dressed, and the fire had caught again, that’s when I heard it. A noise from outside. Not the wind. Not snow. Something… heavier. A vibration. A presence. My ears perked up, and I stood, padding toward the window and sitting down. I tilted my head to look up at the frosted window. I could see the faint shape of something—or someone—approaching. Trouble. What I saw made my ears perk high. The snow was no longer dancing sideways. Just gentle, quiet flakes now. More light filtered through the clouds. The wind had stilled. The storm was over.

He trolled, sweeping over the apparatus on the other table on the ground. Nora placed her hands on her ears and let out a small shriek. “It-It was an accident. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.” She explained. “Shut up.” He roared angrily. “Do you think I’ll believe your bullshit?” She knew it was futile to reason with him, so she tried to pacify him. “C-Calm down first.” Suddenly, he let out a dark chuckle. “Do you know what happened to those women who tried to seduce me?” He asked with a creepy smile.

Anastasia was quiet, but if you crossed her, she would get you back in a way worse than this. She's as over protective as any Gastillo. This isn't unusual but it certainly brings attention to her. Students aren't done, I know. They'll still try to fuck her over. Maybe even kill her. My knuckles almost cracks from how hard I'm clenching it. I wasn't kidding about the red moon. Part of the curse on Grimsborrow, made by the founder Grim himself. I can't even begin to explained how stupid it is to curse your own fucking town. Like what in the world possessed you to do such a thing.

Suddenly, a grim-faced man kicked the door open. CRASH! "That's Grimm, the second oldest. He looks rough, but he’s kind. Don't be afraid of him." Grimm scowled, his sharp, dark face looking perpetually angry. Snow White shivered. "Finally awake, human? You’ve caused us nothing but trouble. Annoying brat," he muttered before tossing a bouquet of wild flowers onto the bed. "Eat more soup. You'll never get strong on that tiny amount."