Christian Grey Novels & Stories

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

Gloyd looked at Kent. Kent nodded, "Yes, you're more suitable than any other person in here. Please forgive us for doing this without your consent, but we are already in a very difficult situation." Kent pleaded. Christian hissed and tried to transform. Little by little, his face changed, his brownish skin color now turned into pale white and his back emerged white wings, almost the same as the past queen of the termites had. Christian raised his right arm and the great axe materialized in an instant.

If Ashton could save Lawrence's life, Neil was willing to do whatever he could in exchange for that, even offering up his own life. At last, he understood why Lawrence held Ashton in such high regard. Just then, Christian fell to his knees and cried out earnestly, "Dr. Gray! I beseech you to make me your mentee. I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life!" Everyone was dumbstruck by his sudden display. Christian was an expert traditional medicine practitioner—a legendary figure in Casoria's medical world. Even when dealing with high‑ranking authority figures like Lawrence, he carried himself with a degree of pride. He would even refuse to provide treatment without any qualms!

The kind of cologne that didn’t just smell expensive, it warned you. I was still processing the sheer force of his presence when my eyes drifted upward to his face. And there it was. God-tier bone structure. A chiseled jaw. Perfectly sculpted ink-black hair brushed back with ruthless precision with his eyes cast down as he scrolled. Cold, distant, and regal. He looked like he walked straight out of a high-gloss movie. He carried the same energy Christian Grey did in Fifty Shades of Grey — not the red room kind — but that icy, untouchable aura. Power without warmth.

Back when Summer and the others treated her that way, wasn’t it because they were certain she would never be able to turn things around in this lifetime? Well, now she had. Not only had she turned things around, but the person backing her was Christian from Hogarth Group. Evan looked at Gray. “Don’t you know what kind of place this is? Is this somewhere you people can act wild?” “Whether we can or not, haven’t we already done it?” Gray was a refined, middle-aged gentleman from Eirden. Even now, he still carried a mild, elegant grace. Yet even so, there was a sharpness in his bones that could not be ignored.

God, I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like, and what he would think of me. After almost an hour of waiting, I finally heard the door creak open. My eyes glistened in anticipation as I stared on with the big smile Dad had told me to wear. The door opened, and in walked who I assumed was Grey De Luca. My excitement immediately turned into a deep, chilling nervousness as I observed him. He was prettier than I expected, with jet-black hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. His eyes were a deep shade of grey, cold and indifferent. He wore black pants and a white T-shirt that made him look even more imposing. He didn't walk in; he invaded the space. The air seemed to drop five degrees.

Tall ceilings, massive fireplace, lush décor, and occupied by only two people. A snotty looking blonde sat on a chair while a Fifty Shades of Grey like man stood in front of the fireplace. “Mr. Winston, a Mr. Collins for you.” “Thank you, William.” His voice was deep, and held an air of authority. The only thing that ran through my head was the conversation Six and I had on the first day we met. Cocky. Mr. Christian Grey wannabe was cocky, arrogant, and probably an asshole as well. When he turned, I almost stepped back. Black hair, seemingly glowing green eyes, and an aura of power. With the fire roaring behind him, he resembled the devil.

“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.

I trusted him, but I did not trust her. "How do you like it here, Luna?" Gregory said. He was a handsome red-haired man with blue eyes, around Lucian's age and brawny. He was an ordinary werewolf alpha, and I wasn't attracted to him. In fact, he gave me the creeps. His eyes said more than he spoke, and I wasn't comfortable with that. "It is amazing," I said, and he nodded. "Where are you from? Because you look more like a southerner," He said, and I smiled at him.

Monroe asked with Ten in the direction of his question. "Alpha.. what Alpha!?" Ten asked having no idea who he was talking about. "Alpha Grey! You were supposed to escort him up!?" Grey is an Alpha, Grey is the alpha. Shapes she never thought would fit came together like a constellation. The council, the hurt at the mention of the pack of the west. Rowena's vision. She heard the rumors about the alpha that massacred his whole pack but debunked them to be just rumors. Grey can't be that alpha, he is true and thoughtful. Those traits doesn't belong to a murderer..