C.c X Gregory Novels & Stories

They had reviewed more than an hour the files in silence, going over the list of guests and their cause of death before a strangled sound escaped Salvatore, his gaze on the file in his hand before he looked back at Rosalie with wide eyes. "Are you out of your mind?" He hissed, ignoring the fact that this was his boss's girlfriend. "This is the death report of Antonio Regnante, Boss's father, his predecessor? What the fuck is all this?" Instantly, Rosalie grabbed the file, staring down at the form as she found the cause of death: a single .25 caliber bullet to the head and according to the time stamp, he had died between 8 and 9 p.m. Scribbling down the information, she rummaged through the p

“I hope you know, sweet cheeks, that also includes in your relationship with what’s his name again?” “His name is Garrett Carmichael and like fuck you will intervene in any part of this relationship with this guy Greg do you understand me?” Carmichael? Why does that name sound and feel familiar? Surely it can’t be the same guy who started the pro circuit at the same time I did, can it? It can’t be the same… Holy shit. “Greg? I said do you understand me?”

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

"I can't take it any longer, Greg. Ugh! I don't understand why you always make me tease like this!" Caruss screamed in his room, staring at the magazine he was clutching. He was enjoying the numerous publications of his ogling ultimate crush, Gregory Wayle who's one of Greentown State's finest hunk models. "You are truly handsome, huh? I'll never get tired of staring at you, my gosh!" he said with a charming twisted mouth, expressing his amorous zeal.

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

- His father spoke for the first time since the dinner started. Greg was grateful for this distraction. He grabbed a fork, digging into his food, even if it was already cold. - Apologies, Father, but could you blame me for being curious? Greg visited the witches' kingdom. There had to be a lot to talk about. - Xavier looked at the King, but his father acted like he could not hear it.

“Now.” This time, the merchant was much more agreeable. Cowering slightly, his voice trembling, he said, “Gregory.” Stepping outside, I conferred with Peter and Xavier. I knew a few Gregory’s, but none in relation to Darius’s house. “I know the Gregory he means,” Xavier said. “He’s a servant, and been there for a very long time. Darius has even trusted him to call the pack house in the past, to lodge complaints and deal with other matters.”

She asked, and Greg sighed. “Nothing useful yet, the data is practically useless but,” he started then his smile grew. “I know where Xavier has been, and what direction he is going. He is still using credit cards and such, leaving a nice and easy paper trail. I don’t think he is making any attempts to cover his tracks,” Greg finished and Lily squealed with excitement and grabbed Greg, hugging him tight. She could’ve kissed him at that point, but a loud, deep growl sounded from behind them.

I can feel my arteries already clogging from all the goodness this dish has but whatever, you are only live once. “His name is Gregory, and he is from the Blue Eclipse pack. He’s their head warrior. I can’t wait for you to meet him. You are really going to like him.”

“And who are you?” “Gregory Noir of Blackbird.” He offered his hand. The slight smirk that played at his lips suggested a man who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted—who he wanted. “Albertus Reginald.” They shook hands and Carrie swore the air sizzled when their skin touched. The two of them looked like a sensitive bomb. One wrong move and they would turn this place into a state of chaos. “Nice meeting you, Albertus.” Greg’s voice was smooth with just the right balance of charm and authority.