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For the Love of Stella - Ch. 7 by LumBabsFan, literature

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For the Love of Stella - Ch. 7

Grell fidgeted quietly in the seat next to William, who sent more than a few warning glances his way. But it couldn't be helped. Grell had been in this room too many times to count in recent years, and it still gave him the creeps. "What do you think they want?" he asked innocently. William frowned and chose to remain silent at the pointless question. It was Grell's nerves speaking, and thus he tried to be understanding. Nonetheless, he was just as uneasy. For as many times as Grell had been brought before the board, William had been there to defend him, putting his reputation on the line. Thankfully he was skilled at making a convinc

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 5 by LumBabsFan, literature

Literature

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 5

Thanks to the chainsaw's roar, the snake snapped to attention the moment William and Grell materialized into the room. William didn't waste time in making the first move. The blade of his hedge-trimmer scythe extended at lightning speed, pinning the snake to the wall by its neck. It spit and writhed, and gradually transfigured into a male human form. "Reapers, should've known," the Demon hissed, his voice reminiscent of his previous appearance. "This here's a private party; invitation only." "Is it now? I feel so under-dressed!" Grell whined mockingly. William tugged on his scythe's grip, tightening the blade. "If anyone is unwelcome

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 4 by LumBabsFan, literature

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For the Love of Stella - Ch. 4

A few months later… Thud! William winced, rubbing the back of his head after it painfully made the acquaintance of the headboard. But when he reached for his pillow, he was dismayed to find it had disappeared…no, not disappeared; pillows didn't simply vanish into thin air. He turned towards the large red mass beside him, and sure enough, there was the thief. Grell was…using it to cover his ears? It was then that William noticed the offending noise. Across the hall, Stella was screaming at the top of her lungs for the hundredth time this evening! He growled under his breath, rubbing his eyes before he grabbed his glasses and

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 3 by LumBabsFan, literature

Literature

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 3

Grell shifted from side-to-side, brow scrunched in thought as he looked in the floor-length mirror. "Hmm, I don't know," he mumbled, turning to the cradle nearby. "What do you think? Too much? Not enough?" Stella's eyes swept over the Reaper, pointing at him and babbling. Grell brought his hand to his neck and nodded. "You know, I think you're right." He bolted across the room to his dresser and pulled out a jewelry box. Inside, amidst many shiny pieces was a simple red ribbon, a choker that Grell fastened around his neck. "Better?" Stella giggled, clasping her hands together, and Grell beamed when he looked at the mirror again. T

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 2 by LumBabsFan, literature

Literature

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 2

The next hour went by in a red whirlwind. Upon returning home, Grell immediately went to the kitchen to warm up a bottle. What was a Grim Reaper doing with baby bottles, among other necessities for an infant? "Just in case," would most likely be the answer. "It's best to be prepared!" After stoking a small blaze in the fireplace, Grell sat down at last with Stella and the bottle, gently holding it to her lips. She fussed a bit, not immediately willing to accept it. "I know, precious, but this is the best Mummy could do," Grell whispered gently. "Come now, you need to eat." After a bit more coaxing, Stella finally accepted, slowly at

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 1 by LumBabsFan, literature

Literature

For the Love of Stella - Ch. 1

The sun had set beneath the horizon. Eerie, nightly sounds were rising in volume to taunt the minds of any passerby who dared to walk the seedy streets in London. A soft, hasty "scratch…scratch…scratch, scratch, scratch!" echoed from the rooftops. A rat's nest perhaps, vermin ready to brave the streets in search of food that two-legged residents had dropped in their travels. But the daring adventurers among us would be quite disappointed to discover the real source. In truth, it was an emery board shaping a well-manicured nail, belonging to one Grell Sutcliff of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Association, London division. There was