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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“I’m Anna.”

“I know,” he says. “I’ve been following you.”

“I could feel you,” I say as I slide my hand over my wet arm. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

He says nothing.

“You were there that day,” I say with my body tingling with nerves. I’m finally going to have the answer to what happened after my accident. I’ve been wondering about it for months. “I was dead, wasn’t I? But then, you brought me back.”

He nods slowly. “I did.”

“How?” I ask with my voice racing. “Are you a ghost? An angel?”

“I’m a Reaper,” he says after a long moment. “I render lost souls.”

“What does that mean?”

“I bring them to the Soul Collector.”

“The… Soul Collector? What is that?”

“He’s an eternal being,” he says in his deep raspy voice. “Humans would probably call him a god. Maybe he is one.”

“What does he do with the souls?”

I watch him curiously as he cups water into his hand and slides it through his dark gray hair. He’s breathing slow and steady, that big powerful chest moving up and down with every breath.

“He keeps them safe,” he says. “Puts them to rest. Returns them to the darkness that they were plucked out of at birth.”

“He doesn’t… harm them?”

“No,” he says sharply. “I would never serve a being who did that.”

“So… you serve him?” I ask, trying to understand.

“I served him, yes. I served him for one hundred and fifty years, but that time is over. I serve another soul now.”

“Whose?”

“Yours, my sweet soul. I am your protector now. We belong together, can you feel it?”

I swallow as I nod. “I do.”

This guy is giving me all of the secrets to the universe, every cosmic mystery that philosophers, professors, religious leaders, and frankly, every human who’s ever lived have desperately searched for over thousands of years, but all I can think about is that long thick cock in the water between us.

“One hundred and fifty years?” I repeat when it finally hits me how long he’s been around. “What were you before then?”

“I was human,” he says sadly. His eyes begin to drift off like he’s back in that other time long before I was born.

“What was your name?” I ask as curiosity flares within. “Back then?”

He closes his eyes and thinks long and hard. “My name was William.”

“William,” I repeat. “Should I call you that?”

“You can call me whatever you desire, my sweet soul. Hearing any of my names on your soft lips is pure ecstasy to me.”

He sinks into the water and our legs brush together. I have a huge tub—it was what sold me on the place—but with his large imposing body, we can’t help but touch.

“Tell me one thing, my sweet soul. When souls leave their bodies, they wander in fear, in confusion, in fright. But not you. Your beautiful soul was at peace that day on the bridge. Engulfed in serenity and calm. Why, my love? Why were you not scared?”

I close my eyes softly and think back to that moment. “It wasn’t scary to me,” I whisper. “I was confused at first, but then I felt your presence—the same comforting presence I’ve been feeling off and on for the past few weeks—and it wasn’t scary. I knew everything was going to be okay. That you would make it okay. The confusion left and I felt fine. More than fine, I felt at home. I felt found.”

When I open my eyes, I find him staring at me with a look of pure love. My body throbs with desire as that comforting look wraps around me and pulls me in.

We both lean in toward one another, our eyes on each other’s lips. Heat rushes to my core as our mouths close the distance.

It’s like a shock of electric pleasure as our lips touch for the first time. He cups my jaw and parts my lips with his hot tongue. I moan as he claims my mouth with a hungry intensity.

I kiss him back with all of the need and desire that’s been hammering through me for the past two months. I grab his strong shoulders and pull him closer. His hot tongue slides along mine and thrusts deeper into my mouth. He tastes so good. He tastes like being home.

When we finally pull away, our foreheads are touching and we’re both breathing heavily. He’s staring into my eyes, but I can’t look away from his sexy mouth. I want it all over me. I want to feel it sliding down my body to where I’m really throbbing and aching for him.

“We’re meant for each other,” he says in that raspy voice that I find fucking irresistible.

I nod my head without breaking contact with him. “I know.”

“I was born in the wrong century,” he says as he holds my face like he’s never going to let me go. “A hundred and fifty years too early. What I thought was a curse… that black hood, that scythe… it wasn’t a curse. It was a blessing. It brought me to you. It brought me to where I belong. The century I belong in with the girl I belong with. It brought me home.”



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