C.c X Gregory Novels & Stories

As soon as it finishes, I'm paralyzed by what I see: richard@hotmail.com NGO 11/03/2012 x@rlc.com Sweet 10/25/2012.

The door was an obvious one, easy to detect but hard to reach, Deep down xylan could only be amazed at Greg's sharp senses. She wondered if maybe someday, she herself would walk through these corridors and find an end to it, just maybe. "quite gawking more walking, we do not have all night you know, I've wasted pretty much precious time of mine attending to the goofiness of yours," Greg says, trying to sound sharp and cold even though his emotions betray him, etching at the back of his mind at every single with he spills. Xylan who had been finding it hard to keep up with pace could only snort at his words but then she had to keep her emotions at bay, but he should have noticed she wasn't ca

But there was something about them that seemed different, Something that seemed to set them apart from Sylvester's men. At the front of the group stood a giant of a man, his massive frame and imposing presence making him seem almost invulnerable. He was Gregory Clegane, a former knight who had once served under Sylvester's rule. But something had driven him to rebel against his former master, and now he stood before us, his eyes fixed on Alexander with a fierce glare. "Gregory," Alexander spat, his voice dripping with venom. "i should have known you'd be involved in this."

he announces, and the table falls into immediate, respectful silence. Everyone raises their glasses. I force myself to lift mine, the crystal heavy in my trembling hand, the champagne bubbles mocking my nausea. “To family,” Gregory begins, his voice carrying the weight of pronouncement from on high. “To legacy. To the sacrifices we make for the Cross name.” His eyes land on me as he says it. Not warm. Not welcoming. Calculating, like he’s measuring my worth and finding me wanting. Like he knows something. Like he’s testing something.

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

Old records. Old concerns. Earlier fears I have not acted upon due to survival instincts. Then I leave the file very carefully back to the fire and unfold into both parts across the table. Financial discrepancies. Trade authorizations. Detainment approvals. Witness statements. Gregory's name found on pages and pages of documents, spanning decades. On the bottom of the last page, one name is written in dark ink. Dario Creek. I gaze at it for a while. Then lastly, pick up my coat.

The Bald guy announced “Wow that’s a mouth full have you ever thought of abbreviating your orders name.” Philip asked. “We never speak of that ever.” Greg replies a bit threateningly to Phillip “Wait….Greg….as in… the Greg who picks up donations from my company!” Eustice exclaimed “Eustice McCloy! Of course you would wind up here how have you been buddy it’s been awhile.” Greg says ecstatically “Good man what are you doing here.” Eustice replied

I stared at Greg, waiting for the lie he was about to tell me. "Whatever business I had with Cillian doesn't affect our case and our relationship with each other, so calm down," Greg said, his voice regaining its professional veneer. "He’s a powerful man, Valerie. He has interests in things that go far beyond your marriage. My firm handles more than just your estate." I looked at him, searching for a tremor, a tell. I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew he wouldn't act rashly. Greg was a pragmatist. He knew that if I fell, I wasn't going down alone.

Gregory said as I held my son a little more securely. “What do you want Greg?” I asked as he threw the eaten apple on the table. “I came for my share of the deal Callisto, you promised me the Greyjoy manor if I help you but first…” he relaxed again. “Tell me how you did everything down to last night.” Gregory truly was a weasel. “Everything?” I asked as Gregory leaned his body to the table. “Everything.” He demanded and who was I not to share to my wonderful brother.

Elder walks over to the map held out by Gregory Mansfield. “We have extended our domain over the closest packs to Cirenda land but one has been of great resistance and difficulties' 'Gregory reports. Ciranda teased his face so hard, one could taste the bitterness he felt from within. He hated bad news more than any other. “The witch Coven?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the man. Greggory was not willing to say more but he had to.