House of Ydril

House of Ydril The Originals of Grimm Academy series All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. First Edition 2023 Cover design: Artscandare Copyright © 2023 Storycraft OÜ LYRAFORGER.COM All rights reserved. Did you hear the one about the book that was so hot, it set off the fire alarm? Hey there, lovely lady! Before you start reading this steamy book, I want to give you a heads up about some potentially triggering content. This book is meant for those who love spicy stories, so if you're not into explicit sex scenes and mature themes, then this might not be the book for you.Now, let's get to the fun stuff. This book is hot, hot, hot! It's got more passion than a telenovela and more steam than a sauna. If you're a fan of strong female characters and intense romance, then you're in for a treat. But if you're easily triggered by explicit sex scenes and mature themes, then maybe take a deep breath and consider reading something a little less... spicy.Here's a list of triggers you should be aware of: Explicit sex scenes Mature themes Strong language and adult content Nudity and sexual situations References to BDSM and kink Violence and action scenes (although nothing too graphic) So, if you're ready for a wild ride, grab a glass of wine, get comfortable, and get ready to enter a world of passion and adventure.This book is not for the prudes, but for those who like it sizzling, it's the perfect read. Contents Grimm Academy Map 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 33. Chapter 33 34. Chapter 34 35. Chapter 35 36. Chapter 36 37. Chapter 37 38. Chapter 38 39. Chapter 39 40. Chapter 40 41. Chapter 41 42. Chapter 42 Chapter one Whenever I look out the window onto the darkening street outside, I shudder because I imagine seeing the man from last night. If man is the right word. Probably not. So even though I’m supposed to finish my report, I just keep glancing at the clock above my desk, waiting. I have the office to myself and that’s something I usually enjoy. But today, it just makes me feel… exposed. Vulnerable. For fuck’s sake, Quinn, I tell myself as I let out a sigh, lean back in my chair and put my boots on the desk. Just push through it. You’ve had creeps trying to stalk you like this for as long as you can remember. But this is different. “Tomorrow. Eight thirty PM,” it says, in elegant cursive, on the note I found on my doorstep last night. I don’t have to take it out again to check. The words have been seared into my brain. I use one of my old tricks. Being a social worker’s right hand is never particularly joyous, but it usually gives me such focus. Working on helping kids avoid the suffering that I myself had to go through, bouncing from one foster home to another and feeling like there’s no place in this world for me at all? What could be more important than that? So I grab the folder with the case I’m supposed to write a report on and force myself to look at the photos inside. The bruises on the little girl’s arms and back, the listlessness of her eyes, the way she huddles so as to make herself invisible. Things like that make for very good reasons to keep pushing. To make nice with the parents even when I want to rip their throats out. To write yet another support plan and watch it never be carried out. But right now, there seems to be nothing I can do to take my mind away from the man. Goddamn it. I let out a sigh and throw the folder back onto the desk. I turn to look out the window, trying to retrace my steps, again, to figure out who he could be and what he could want from me. But right up until it happened, yesterday was as uneventful a day as any other. After work, I met up with Lisa and we went straight to Noxus. She’d just gotten a promotion and I wasn’t going to let her not make a big deal out of it. The night was pretty warm considering it’s almost September, and the bar was as deliciously loud and dark as ever, packed to the brim with struggling start-up owners and tattooed outcasts. Just my type of company and just my type of place. Of course, like any smart, dirt-poor twenty-one-year-old, I immediately got to work on wasting all my money on… well, getting wasted. That definitely wasn’t such a good idea. At one point, the alcohol in my blood made the stuffy bar air nearly impossible to bear. I just had to go outside so I elbowed my way to the backdoor, the one that says Private on it. What can I say? I’m a regular. When I finally threw the door open and barged onto the poorly lit back alley, all I could feel was relief. That’s when I saw the man. He was standing only a few yards