Grim Tales Snafu Novels & Stories

They just wait because I am the karma in their lives. Grayson is also handling the launch of new products from our stolen blueprints and business plans. Belle's company will surely know who stole their plans and product ideas. It may give them an answer, but they still can't hit Blast. I was currently in the living room to watch my favorite cartoons when Greyson’s car arrived. I ignored that because I was focused on what I was watching. It was Grizzy chasing the lemmings for the chocolate they eat. I find this funny because they always end up having nothing to use and eat. They are like dogs and cats, they don’t get along.

Trent screamed as he fled as fast as he could. "Mr. Gray! Your daughter and family are unharmed. I know I made a grave mistake! We, the Kramers, are willing to do whatever it takes to make up for it. I hope you'll give us a chance, Mr. Gray!" Gerrick beseeched in a trembling voice, still keenly aware of the air of bloodlust that surrounded Ashton. "You're not saying that because you've realized the error of your ways. You're only saying that because you know you're about to die."

She was Bailey’s closest friend, a Grimfang scout, and apparently the person most likely to tell Colton when he was being “an overbearing pine tree with fangs.” Colton did not deny it. James secured the silver evidence inside a metal tin Grace insisted I keep under the sink “until someone with a better basement” could take it away. Bailey reheated cinnamon rolls and made tea with so much sugar in mine that I suspected she had chosen emotional shock as a medical diagnosis. Grace gave me half answers while avoiding the largest ones with a skill that made me want to shake her. Yes, she had known the Grimfang pack for decades. No, she had never been part of the pack.

Grisel was undoubtedly a scammer, but Timmy had some skills, although not enough to save Reen. Suddenly, something changed. Reen, who was unconscious a while ago, struggled to sit up. She spewed out a mouthful of blood. The air was filled with the stench of urine and feces as she went through incontinence. Then, Reen's eyes rolled back and she collapsed. It just so happened that Grisel was across from Reen as the blood hit her face. Startled, Grisel let out a scream that was completely out of character with her usual demeanor.

A lone candle jar on the east side of Daemon Grimlock's study exploded. His face contorted in shock, a stark contrast to his previous composure while studying the fortune. He stared at the shattered glass in disbelief. A violent cough erupted from his lungs, expelling blood as his blood pressure spiked. The commotion alerted the secretary outside, who attempted to enter. "Mr. Grimlock?" "It's nothing!" Grasping his cane for support, Daemon clutched another candle jar tightly. His voice, aged by a decade in a mere moment, rasped, "Send someone to check on Owen. I need to know what he's doing right now."

The sound of power tools echoed from inside while several of the boys worked beneath lifted trucks and motorcycles. At least someone was having a productive day. I climbed out of the truck. Grim noticed me almost immediately. He wiped grease from his hands onto a rag before walking over. “You’re back.” I nodded. “How’d it go?” I didn’t bother pretending. “Not well.” His expression became serious. “What happened?” “Reaper already knows about the federal agents.” Grim frowned. “I figured as much.” “So?” I leaned against the truck. “I didn’t ask him for help.”

"Love? Dude, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. If it weren't for your money, who would want to put on an act with some sleazy, overconfident guy like you? You really think you're some big shot CEO? Now that you're broke, of course I'm dumping your pathetic behind." With that, Sandy turned and walked away. As she passed by me, she stopped and immediately plastered a fawning smile. "Ms. Greer, to be honest, I was deceived by him, too. If I had known what a scumbag he was, I never would have had anything to do with him. Besides, I'm sure you're far too magnanimous to hold this against someone as insignificant as me." Watching her grovel like that, I felt nothing but disgust.

"So I did something stupid. I destroyed his bike, got back with my ex, and said some things I shouldn't have. But it worked. Griffin hates me. He's safe. He's fine. Sure, I could have done something else. I could have talked to him about what I'm doing. I could have spoken to Vanessa. But I got myself into this, I have no intention to drag innocent people into. No matter what the alpha says, Griffin is one of the good ones. He deserves a chance at survival. If I'm correct, they'll be taking another kid today. The gym teacher is more involved now. He can suck a glass dick. His life, I will tear to shreds and laugh about it. So let's go over a few things that I've gathered. Some of the adults

“See, Grim? She likes it.” Granna returned. The Lords fell silent. “Dear, why are you sniffing the menu?” Granna asked warily. She looked at the sundae. “We didn't order that.” “Um. I was stifling a sneeze.” “Do that with a napkin, dear god.” “Right. I will next time.”

There was a loud crunch as he fell to the ground. Another advanced on me just as I finished with the first one, grabbing at my neck. The beast stumbled to me, a nightmare of blazing yellow eyes, its wide-open mouth dripping with thick, acrid saliva. I ducked under his greedy hands, bringing my head up between his arms. I whacked my head into his nose, watching him tumble over in pain. I grabbed his shoulders and kneed him in the groin as if my life depended on it. Well, I guess it kinda did.