Christian Grey Novels & Stories

Christian is still in that position. The position where he was on top of Natasha's body. Staring at the girl's face with his heart beating increasingly erratic. He wanted to get up, but his chest felt very strange. "Ah!" Christian squealed, clutching his right chest. Doctor Nick Brown watches as Christian groans. He immediately helped Christian quickly get up. Christian sat down while Natasha was still on the bed. Now she felt something strange. It was clear that Phillips was here, but this man made her feel the presence of Philips, who had been dead for five years.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

I smiled feeling encouraged by his words. "Can I steal her for a moment?" A voice said from behind, I turned around to see its Mrs Grey. "Erm... sure." Christian replied unsure. He squeezed my shoulder lightly then walked back into the mansion. "Thank you." Mrs Grey said squeezing both her palms. "Why are you thankful ma'am?" I asked confused, having no idea on why she's thanking me. "I might have acted strong, acting like everything was okay when it wasn't...." She paused sighed, her voice breaking a little.

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

But seeing the soft smile on her face and how her heart fluttered made her happy she hardly saw her smile since the death of her parents and the beginning of her torture, but it was different now, who knew being in the arms of her mate would bring back that angelic smile. ____ Alex trailed through the hallway taking slow steps in the dark as he used his wolf vision to walk through, their had been a sudden black out in the pack house and it's been over an hour since the lights went of again and it still hasn't been restored, he knew Damien had gone to check it but he hasn't returned yet he was getting slightly worried about it, he turned at a corner arriving at the hallway leading to the Ligh

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

Grey teased. Noah frowned as his brother rhad fun at his own expense, he paused to enjoy the long laughter his brother engaged in, it was a rare sight to see him laugh. Grey was indeed his brother but he was also the infamously ruthless and heartless alpha in all of the werewolf lands, he paused to wonder how the man who was once tender and scared of cockroaches had grown to become so cd and heartless that he's nicknamed the devil himself. Grey caught his brother staring at him and he hissed.

she whispered. Caleb nodded slowly, his voice trembling as the truth poured out. “Christian Blake. The man who once caused you so much pain.” Her body stiffened. The words struck her like lightning. She staggered back, her hand flying to her mouth. “No… no, that’s impossible,” she whispered. “You, Christian, he’s dead.” Caleb’s eyes softened. “The birthmark you saw. The little signs you tried to ignore. The doubts you buried in your mind, they were all real.” He stepped forward, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Yes, Crystal. I’m him.”

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”