C.c X Gregory Novels & Stories

Gregory Riker Corgan is sweating as he shakes my hand. "I'd say you overpaid, but, uh—" He clears his throat. Corgan's a heavyset man, bald, middle-aged, wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants. "I suspect you already know."

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

Greg started chuckling but hid it with a cough. "Well then I suggest you stop googling me if you know what's good for you, in fact I'm gonna be nice enough to let you take a picture so that it lasts longer. But you should know I won't pose for it. Greg let's go I'm already late." I enter the car and hear Greg laughing at the shocked guy. "Greg, who's the chick?"" Xander meet my cousin Crystal. Crystal this is Xander the gamma to be of the pack around here." "That's right princess, that means you should respect me"

Christian looked at me from head to toe and I just smiled him "Hey Gregory! Long time no see" Matt hugged the guy briefly and I felt my body burning with Christian's stare. The Gregory guy looked at me and I smiled to him "Mine introducing Christian?" I turned to Christian smirking and he looked at me with a cold eyes "I'm Gregory" The guy introduced himself "Nice to meet you Gregory, I'm Taylor" "He's one of the owners of Oxford and Cambridge University" Matt said and I turned to him "Wow that's cool"

I knocked on his associate's office and he welcomed me In. Greg kind of was creepy looking. He had thinning grey hair with a salt and pepper beard. He looked surprisingly casual. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants and sneakers. I didn't think that this wardrobe was acceptable but I pushed it aside. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Philips, I signed the papers. I should get going now" He smiled and took the papers from me "thank you. Call me Greg. Saunders sure does talk about you a lot" I blushed "that's really nice of him"

“Ummm… thank you very much for your hospitality. When will she be discharged?” “That should be by the weekend. She needs to undergo some other treatments to help her wounds heal completely.” “That's fine, doctor. I'll be back for her.” I hurriedly walked out of the doctor's office, the thought of Sarah attempting to kill me still bothering me seriously. Keila stood up as soon as she saw me approaching. “What was the outcome of the meeting "?

“This establishment has rules. And those rules need to be followed.” Mrs. Prescott’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking, Mrs. Brown!” She slapped her palm against the armrest of her chair, her voice sharp. “Gregory is an honor student. He comes from a good home. Are you really going to drag his name through the mud over… over this?” She waved her jeweled hand like Elijah’s fall was nothing but a trifle.

But what attracted me to it wasn't its color or feel; it was the fact that it was conservative and not revealing at all. "And it's Gregory's family color," she said in a low voice, and I mentally rolled my eyes as Lexi purred. He was indeed sweet and has been trying to prove that he wasn't as I thought he was, but I wasn't stupid enough to fall for such lies. A few minutes later, I stepped out of the room, and as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up. He had this smile on his face that every man has whenever he sees a beautiful woman.

"S...Stop talking now...we get it, you're sorry...let's go find the pack doctor, you'll die if we don't go now." "I...I don't mind, I deserve it, don't I, Xavier?" "Kaheel! That's his name!" Gregory looked over at his brother. "Right...Kaheel...that was his name, wasn't it? I stole him and forced him to abandon his real name, his real self. He was your first son and I didn't give you the chance to watch him grow.. how much more cruel could I be?" "Gregory..." Gregory looked over at his crying wife who was kneeled beside him. "Y-Yes Celine?"

Gregory hissed, “She’s only ever on her side. I learned that the hard way.” Silence thickened. Gregory leaned back, staring past Rico. He thought of Cassie’s smile, sly and knowing, and bile rose in his throat. He hated her. He hated himself more for trusting her. Rico broke the silence, his tone sharper now. “So, what’s the plan, Greg? You want a distraction, I can find men. But they’re not free. And you don’t exactly have pockets full of gold anymore.” Gregory smirked, a broken kind of humor slipping out. “I’ve still got blood to spill. Isn’t that the only currency that counts in this city?”