Christian Grey Anastasia Steele Novels & Stories

Many of them envied the bride as they wished it was them standing there on that altar with the handsome Stephen Gray. “With the absence of any obstruction, I will now go ahead and announce to you, Mr. Stephen Gray…” “Wait!!” a loud feminine voice screamed from the entrance of the church hall. Everyone turned around as murmurs filled the hall. Standing at the entrance of the church hall was Anastasia McCurry; the daughter of nobody in the midst of people that mattered. She had gotten into the church with the invitation given to her last week.

"How smart of him." _______ Ashton had just successfully pulled the way into the large conference hall of the company, only to hear his stepsister's words as she stood before the large group of reporters, high ranking stakeholders, top company officials and the board of directors. "My name is Scarlett Heidi Grey and I am the legitimate daughter of Late Paige Grey and Chairman Grey." The authority he heard in her voice and the aura that emitted from her, sent cold chills down Ashton's spin and he stood there, rooted to the spot.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

He immediately took the cue and with a small sigh, added; “Mr. Grey came in search of you at the club today.” He said, causing me to pause. At first, I said nothing because I had no idea who the so-called Mr Grey was but then when Lu added; “Mr. Massimo Grey,” I sprung up, pushing Anastasia off my lap. Unfortunately, my push had been too hard, it sent the poor girl flying to the floor. I heard her scream out in pain as her head hit against something but I didn’t bother to check.

I end the call, just as I'm about to walk back to the table, my phone rings again. I answer it obliviously, "Hello?" "Kurt Jones here, is this Xander Grey's ass–" with that I end the call, then power it off. I quickly rush back to the table as Grey stands up in rage. "What about Elisabetta?! She is the mother of your child, you should be marrying her not this gold digging sl*t!" Mrs Grey throws back at whatever her son says, standing up too. I almost lose my stepping at her title for me, standing by Grey I hold his arm and he visibly calms.

At her words, I swiftly snatched Elena's phone, scrutinizing the entire article, stopping at my sister's full name. It all started when Anastacia, once engaged to Ares Constantine, discovered her sister Agatha's secret relationship with her former fiancé. This betrayal prompted Anastacia to seek revenge alongside her ex's stepbrother, Hector Apollo Aragon. They were spotted together in a bar. See photos below.

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

Me, Anastasia, and Christian, who still has his fucking arm around her shoulder. “Nah, you wouldn’t do that. Right, Ana?” Christian shows her his dreamy smile, the one I’ve seen him use to charm women. “We get along, don’t we?” Was he trying to get himself killed? “Yeah,” she says readily, cheerfully, with that energy that I don’t like others to see. I don’t want others to see anything about her. Period. Fuck, I was going insane. She shouldn't be here. Fuck me.

Creating a strategic smoke screen was necessary to deliver the most devastating blow to Annie. On the weekend, Renee returned to the Grey family mansion. As she entered, two figures stepped out of a nearby car. It was Linda Clark, the wife of Marcus Grey, the eldest son of the Grey family. Beside her stood Travis Grey, her son and the eldest grandson of the Grey family. Linda was dressed elegantly in simple attire, with only an antique gem ring on her finger as an accessory. Rumor had it that the ring was a token of love between her and Marcus, and she had never taken it off since putting it on. Sadly, her husband had passed away.