Grim Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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He falls to a knee and tries to swing his scythe at me. I kick his wrist and it flies out of his hand, sliding down the hallway as I hit him some more.

He’s rocked. This fucker is not getting up.

I’m standing over him, landing heavy jabs, roundhouses, uppercuts, my fists moving in a blur.

But then my arms start to slow. The hits are less and less effective.

He goes from being rocked by my punches to being amused by them.

No…

My stomach drops when he looks up at me with a sinister grin on his face. I slam my fist into him, but it does nothing.

“Anna,” I say as he starts to get up. “Run! Now!”

She takes off out the back door and his ominous eyes follow her.

“Don’t you look at her,” I growl as I grab the thick wooden cutting board off the counter and swing it at him.

He puts his arm up to block it and the cutting board breaks into two, falling harmlessly to the ground.

“She’s my sweet soul now,” he hisses before slamming his arm into me and sending me flying into the cupboards.

Oh, fuck. That hurt.

I’m feeling pain like a human now. I’m losing all of my power.

He casually walks past me toward the open door and the thought of him with my girl ignites a protective blaze inside of me. I explode forward and tackle him to the ground.

“She’s mine!” I roar.

“No,” he says calmly as he grabs my hair and slowly gets up. I’m slamming my fists into him, but they’re not doing a thing.

I can feel his power. His strength is unreal.

He picks me up by my hair and starts slamming his fist into me. Bolts of pain flash through my brain as he punches me in the face, over and over and over again.

I groan and spit out blood as he pins me to the pantry, cracking the wood.

“I’ve waited for this moment,” he hisses as he yanks my head back. “Oh, how I’ve dreamed of getting revenge on the man who destroyed my scythe.”

He punches me hard three times in the stomach. My mind goes all fuzzy. My eyes blurry. I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“I’ll take care of you, Grim,” he says as he pulls back his hood, revealing his disgusting face. He’s practically decomposing with bits of gray flesh hanging off his skull. He’s horrifying and I’ll be damned if that’s going to be the last thing my girl sees before her soul is rendered. “But first, I’m going to make you watch as I torture your girl.”

“No,” I growl with all of the energy I can muster, which right now is not much. “I won’t let you.”

He grins as his grip on my hair tightens. I wince.

“And how the fuck are you going to stop me?”

CHAPTER NINE

Anna

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I sprint to the end of my yard and grab the fence to climb over, but I stop, hesitating as I look back at the house.

The sound of Grim’s grunts hit my ears. Violent crashing and the stomach-turning sound of things being destroyed follow. It sounds like there are a dozen angry bulls in my kitchen.

I can’t leave him…

He has no weapon. I saw it dissolve in front of my eyes.

My heart races as I release the fence and turn around.

This is such a bad idea, but I can’t just leave him.

We belong together. If I know anything for sure, it’s that.

Before I can stop myself, I sprint across the backyard and around the side of the house. The sounds of fighting begin to quiet, but that just makes me even more nervous.

What if he’s hurt? What if—No. I can’t think like that. Just keep moving.

I push down my fear and turn the corner, sprinting for the front door.

Every part of my brain is telling me to turn around and run away, but every part of my heart is telling me to continue. To save the one I love.

I open the door as quietly as I can and sneak into the house.

His eerie menacing voice sends shivers racing down my spine. “Oh, how I’ve dreamed of getting revenge on the man who destroyed my scythe.”

My eyes are darting around as I desperately look for a weapon. That lamp? An umbrella? A key? What the heck is the best household item to bring into battle with an undead monster?

That’s when I see his scythe laying in the hallway.

“But first, I’m going to make you watch as I torture your girl.”

I hurry over and swallow hard as I reach for it. Ah! My hand flies back as my skin sears. It’s like trying to pick up a glowing charcoal briquette. It’s burning hot.

“No,” Grim growls back. “I won’t let you.”

Grim needs my help now. I can hear the pain in his voice. I can feel it in my heart.


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