Ana Grey Novels & Stories

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

I made my way to her table easily and took a seat. There were three other people at the table I noticed as I munched on my Apple quietly while taking interest in the animated argument going on between the blonde girl and a dark-haired guy. I didn't know the show they kept talking about but it was clear the guy loved the show but the blonde kept crushing his dreams of making the list. I relaxed, this wasn't so bad.

This was the least that she deserved after all the shit that she pulled. My excitement only intensified when we got to the dining room. We had Elle, Kade, and Caiathus. Then there was Nate, Chris, and Janina. Those people were not the ones that intensified my excitement. That was reserved solely for my favorite badass Granny Ayla. She was dressed to kill in black leather that fit her like a damn glove. You would never guess that she was a grandmother simply based off her looks alone. That was one thing that was interesting about Fae. They aged very gracefully. I digress. Back to the look. Black leather that had crimson chains wrapped into intricate designs, hair pulled up into a high ponytai

He glanced at Aurora for a while before looking away. Aurora didn’t understand, but she thought she had seen a flicker of anger in his eyes. She didn’t normally have a relatively close relationship with him as she did with her friend's mother, but now he was angry with her. This man was Ryan Greyharts, an influential figure at the head of the GH Corporation, but that is the only thing she knew about him. Well, it’s not that he really caught her interest, and Vicky rarely talked about her parents, especially her father.

I shake my head, attempting to pull her towards the lake again. She jerks her arm out of my hold. “ N—No! ” “ Aleister is right. ” Avery comes to stand behind me. “ I can heal you and— ” “ No! ” Agrona hisses, her hands reaching for the dagger again. “ Stop it! ” I grab them, pinning them on the ground. Agrona shakes her head, her eyes losing their color to the dangerous green again. “ Anasazi. ”

She opened her arms for me to get in. I entered her arms, and she tightened her hold. Augusta was a pretty, petite woman with lots of grey hair. She shared the same brown eye colour as her son, while Anan had hazel eyes. She was the funny and outgoing one, while her husband, just like Lyon, was reserved in most cases and always reading.

Angeline answered the phone and heard Grayson saying, "Ms. Severe, I have news about Master Ares." Angeline darted a reticent glance at Jay and patted him on the head like she was stroking her pet dog. "I need to answer this. I’ll be back real quick." Then, she got up and went out. Jay looked with disgust at her huge dark eyes, long false eyelashes, dark, black eyeliner, and the exaggerated amount of black eye shadow. It was obvious that her gothic makeup had made his heart creep, but strangely, he did not feel revolted when she touched his head.

“It’s Ms. Grey. Don’t repeat the same mistake in the future.” Octavia felt a pinch in her pride, causing her actress perfect smile to flatter and before long, the smile was gone completely. “You really surprised me beyond believe.” The noirette mused out loud as she examined the wine bottle she had picked up along the way, two champagne glasses sitting perfectly in between her fingers. “Daughter of Miguel Grey and CEO of Grey Enterprise- Ariadne… ah, wrong name… Alexandra Grey.” She snickered, her paramount amount of hate for the blonde mixed in the sound. Her gaze remained on the wine bottle, examining every corner and when she finally looked up, her smile was back on, portraying the pictur

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.