C.c X Gregory Novels & Stories

“Oh, I was just wondering how long you were going to stand here looking like you're asking yourself, What am I doing wrong?" Alex offered him a bottle, which Greg accepted. “I’m fine.” Alex laughed quietly. “That's what you say when you're not fine.” Greg ignored him and turned his eyes back towards the city. They didn't say anything for some time. Alex had been acquainted with him for years. Much before the billion-dollar company. Way ahead of the news. Well before he became one of the nation's most successful young CEOs. He had a sense of the Greg that had been there first, before the carefully cultivated image.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

Greg stood up while wiping out the sweat on his face. "Mr. Greg, This Cooperation won't work. Maybe you should know the importance of this before bringing in a third party" Delano looked at him. "I'm not a Third party, I'm his Daughter!" Vera yelled in annoyance. "Shut up!" Her father yelled at her "Mr. Logan. Mr. Greg is amongst the best in the country and abroad. He just started this business 2 years ago but he grew it to such an extent surpassing 100 competitors and he is among the top 100 in weapon makers and producers!" The Secretary pushed the annoying Vera out of the way and placed the perfect resume in front of Delano.

Gregg faintly nodded and walked away. She tagged alongside him all the way to his green Audi car that matched his green suit. She waved goodbye as the car drove away. And then she thought, “He looks a bit old for Elena, but as long as they’re in love, the age gap is nothing. I’m happy for you, Elena.” At the same time, Gregg was smiling. “Why do you look happy, Young Master?” Atlas asked. “I wasn’t sure if it was worth coming all the way to Salem city,” Gregg said, “but it helped me learn something. The man who humiliated me at the cafe is probably the same guy who helped Lucia rebuild her cafe. So, he’s rich and powerful unlike Ryan.”

Although Greg’s face was blue, it brightened when he learned there was a visitor. "Hello, Mr. Greg, I'm Riley of the Red Group." "Red Group ?" With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Mr. Greg said, "Your brother is Jeff Red?" Riley asked, "Mr. Greg , you know my brother?" with a hint of astonishment. With a slightly more praising look, Greg said, "I've met him before. He's a young man full of promise." "Thank you, Mr. Greg ." “Clarence, you can learn more from others." At this point, Greg blurted out, saying something to Clarence.

Bruce Gregor remained still, unable to utter a word. He recognized me. Euron walked up to Gregor and tapped his shoulder, “Don't just say like that. You should greet him properly.” “Dad,” Gregor muttered. “Who did you say that man is?” “The CEO of Stamford Group,” Euron replied. “What is wrong with you? Have you been drinking?” “Impossible,” Gregor muttered. “Your son must be flustered,” I said, addressing Euron.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

“If it’s about fashion, I can help.” The man—Gregor—turned to me with a wide grin that lit up his whole face. “I think we’re going to seal the deal after all.” He extended a hand toward me. “Gregor Smith. Mr. De Luca’s manager… and a friend. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

he barked at his assistants. Gregory moved to follow them, but the doctor stopped him, placing a firm hand on his chest. "You can’t go in." Gregory’s eyes flashed with desperation. "What do you mean I can’t go in? That’s my mate!" The doctor’s expression softened slightly, but his words were grave. "They’re performing an emergency C-section. And It’s a 50-50 chance between her and the child. You need to prepare yourself, Gregory. We may not be able to save both."