Cc X Gregory Mga Nobela at Kwento

very simple. — So ... what do you want to talk about? - asks X staring at me. — You said you’re in trouble ... would you like to talk about them? — I think I lost Carlos and I don’t know how to win him back. - Released. —What do you mean? - question X settling into his chair.

“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?”

Despite his injuries, Gregor remained determined to prove himself. With unwavering determination, Gregor elevated his cultivation status once again to supreme grand martial, his attacks becoming more frenzied. However, his efforts were met with Alexander's mastery as he effortlessly countered each blow. Witnessing Gregor's transformation, the onlookers were astounded. Breaking through two major cultivation status within an hour was unprecedented. Concerned for her brother's well-being, Xyla rushed to Gregor's side. Alexander reassured her, attributing Gregor's condition to exhaustion.

Harris snorted before covering his mouth, trying to hide his laughter. Gregory looked at Harris, shocked that he was laughing at him. Gregory straightened his shirt, tugging down on it before turning and ushering his people to their feet. He turns back as if he has something to say and pauses while combing his fingers through his hair. “Are. Are there other shifters here that we should know about?” Gregory asked. Atticus sucked a breath in through his teeth as he rocked back onto his heels, shoving his fingers into his front pockets.

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.

She accepted it the same way she had begun accepting everything else — with quiet composure and no further questions. Gregory went upstairs to the guest room, closed the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. He opened his private account on his phone and reviewed the recent activity: transfers in, payments out, the steady construction of a second life financed by the first. The numbers looked clean. Orderly. Justified.

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.

“Is it true you dumped Miss Lucy Bennett because you thought she was just a road side food vendor?” Greg stopped, turned toward the cameras, and said coldly, “Tell Austin this isn’t victory. It’s war.” Then he walked away. --- By the time they reached home, Venessa could barely breathe. Greg stormed into the living room, ripping off his tie, throwing it across the floor. He grabbed a decanter from the bar and poured himself another drink, spilling half of it. “Greg, you need to stop this,” she pleaded, voice trembling. “You’re making it worse.”

Businessmen barked orders, scrambling as chaos erupted. Gregory’s phone buzzed violently. His downfall played out live. “No, Mr. Wolfe, please…” His voice cracked. “This is a misunderstanding…” Cassian stepped closer. His presence alone made Gregory recoil. “Touch her, insult her, breathe wrong near her again, Gregory,” Cassian growled, voice low and deadly, “and I won’t stop at your company. You’ll disappear without a trace, or I’ll make sure no one says your name without spitting.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cindy Smith POV My heels made loud clacking sounds as I scurried towards Gregory,he was sitting impatiently at the far end of the cossy restaurant drumming his fingers on the table,I groaned inwardly while I suddenly leaned unexpected and pecked him on his fat cheeks. He looked at me frowning while gazing at his silvery wrist watch. “You are one hour late” He said. I rolled my eyes pulling the chair Abit to give me space to sit,the guy is a moron,can't even compete with Xavier's shadow,but am stuck with him. “I still came Greg , even if it wasn't my wish ” I purred. He sipped the Amber bourbon elegantly and licked his lips. “I have good news for you” He stated.