C.c X Gregory Novels & Stories

Although he didn't understand why he was hated by this person, he still smiled and handed over what he brought to Secretary Guo. As soon as Secretary Guo took those things, Greg's eyes became even more unfriendly... In fact, seriously speaking, Christopher's appearance was actually the same as Greg's, both of them were the gentlemen type. However, because of his work, Christopher's hair was dyed and had a cool hairstyle, so his gentle feeling was much weaker. Greg wore glasses and was almost 185 meters tall. He had been with John for a long time, so he looked like a professional elite.

Xander laughed once, dry and sharp. “You really want me to say it out loud?” he asked. Greg’s expression tightened. “I don’t understand this attitude.” “No,” Xander replied quietly, “you don’t understand a lot of things.” Greg took a step forward. “Xander.” But Xander was already moving. He brushed past him without another word, his shoulder clipping Greg’s slightly as he walked down the hallway. “Xander,” Greg called after him. He didn’t stop or look back. Greg stood there for a moment, watching him leave, something unsettled creeping into his expression.

Shadow was getting very good at self-control, she thought, proud of him. “Good boy.” She pulled back the cage door as they reached the basement. The elevator opened into a large room, one wall of which was stacked with wine bottles. Another wall featured a wood panelled bar, behind which a man in a neat white shirt and black waistcoat dried glasses. Leather chesterfields were arranged around a coffee table, and Gregory sat there with two of his regulars, smoking cigars and drinking wine. Gregory laboriously pushed to standing using the wolf’s headed walking stick he seemed to prefer. He was pale, she thought, and tired, but fighting to maintain a front before his men. “Ah, there you are, my

Her voice on the phone was steady in the particular way that people were steady when they had already done the hardest part of a decision and everything that followed was just execution. —--------------------------------------------------------- Gregory came. Surprisingly. He came in with the contained authority of a man who had spent decades being the most significant person in any room, and he looked around the room with an expression that Cassie read as involuntary assessment before he arranged his face into something more appropriate. He looked at Dom on the crutches. "You look better than I expected," Gregory said. "Thank you," Dom said. Gregory sat. Cassie positioned herself near the k

“Who is he? Is there any other important information about him?” “Okay, I’ve investigated this man named Greg. He is an active member of an affair group. He has been a member for several years. He is married and has a wife named Sarah Parker, but they haven’t been blessed with children after being married for years. Greg works as the CEO of a mining company on the coast of Riverford,” Mark replied. “Is the mining company owned by Mr. Brown?” “Yes. Your knowledge is impressive,” Mark praised. “But this man named Greg was once involved in a scandal,” Mark interjected.

Greg’s grin widened as the messenger slid the first heavy envelope across the table. Bold black letters on the outside read simply: GREG. He lifted it with the easy arrogance of a man who expected applause. Cameras leaned in hungrily, the room buzzing with the electric thrill of spectacle. He slit it open with a flourish. Inside: another smaller envelope. Greg smiled. “Someone’s feeling poetic today.” He plucked up the second envelope, cracking it open without hesitation. A single line was written on the page inside, neat and deliberately casual:

Shadow was getting very good at self-control, she thought, proud of him. “Good boy.” She pulled back the cage door as they reached the basement. The elevator opened into a large room, one wall of which was stacked with wine bottles. Another wall featured a wood panelled bar, behind which a man in a neat white shirt and black waistcoat dried glasses. Leather chesterfields were arranged around a coffee table, and Gregory sat there with two of his regulars, smoking cigars and drinking wine. Gregory laboriously pushed to standing using the wolf’s headed walking stick he seemed to prefer. He was pale, she thought, and tired, but fighting to maintain a front before his men. “Ah, there you are, my

Both Zach and Tony shoot him a look. “What, like you two remember every female you banged.” Greg is a highly intelligent, well organized, business minded, manwhore. He has had sex with more females, human and supernatural, than my dad, Bill, Zach, and Chad combined. Until he met Gwen, he would have three or four a day. This is one of the many reasons I avoided him. Manwhores don’t interest me. “I do,” Tony said, sliding me close to him in the middle row.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Greg said in a half shout, making most of the other Ans De Lou soldiers look shocked. "My apologies, Commander," the two soldiers said as they turned out to be class three Ans De Lou soldiers fearfully. Greg shook his head, "You should be supporting him, not mocking him." However, Greg realized that he didn't have enough time to talk to the two soldiers so he simply said, "There, help your other friend!" "Yes, Commander Sehel." Greg immediately continued his search for Riley. He did not hesitate to ask the soldiers he met. "Have you seen Riley Wood?"