Christian Grey Novels & Stories

box. Cristian slowly approaches the chest, dragging a giant axe behind him, and Damontry doesn't even know where he got it from, she will die at any moment but worse will devour her soul or slash it to pieces and join the meat in the boxes. She hasn't finished her thoughts of death yet because a Christian named has opened the box. She hasn't finished her thoughts of death yet because a Christian named has opened the box. Nothing but foul-smelling meat boxes! He moved his eyes between the boxes with sharply knotted eyebrows before quickly closing the box to the filth of the smell.

"Christian!" Christian turned around and saw Grace walking towards him. "Let me be your female companion tonight." Grace's voice was charming. "Why?" Christian frowned. "Because you don't have a female partner. You have to bring a female partner to attend this dinner party," Grace smiled. Christian frowned at her again, "I can attend it without a female partner!" Grace was taken aback by his words. He was right. He was Christian Maddox, and he could attend any party he wanted to attend!

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

Alex replied, smiling at her. *** "Why?" She asked, more like demanded. He smiled at her again. "Not funny" She said, a little pissed at him. "Anna, it's just a movie" Alex explained, not understanding why she would get so upset. He felt someone looking at her. He scanned the room and their eyes met. Damian Grey. Alex had heard so much about him. The only existing hybrid. Or so he thought. "Hey, you stopped walking" Anna called to his attention. "I'm sorry" Alexander apologized as he kept staring at him.

“He’s Grey, this is my son Grey.” “Grey” She mouthed. And stared at the picture in her hands. This was Grey. “...he’s no Wesley this man is Hansford!” The man at the beach had yelled at her. She didn’t believe him then. And now she does, that this man was someone else. The Grey she was looking for. The man that was said to be dead. He was with her all along. “Grey Hansford.” That was his name, her eyes closed up and the tears fell from her eyes. Her hands dropped to her side as she cried and then slowly she crouched down in a dead faint.

The dark energy imbued in it is so powerful that even as trivial as a few lines of the first page was enough to create that haunted maze and summon those malevolent evil entities. And also...I lift my gaze from the Grimoire to look at the huge pile of debris that blasts apart to reveal him. I see his camouflage is coming off. His boiling furious face is twitching between that of his original Pixie and Mayor Tuyen. “What the hell? Is that...dad?” I hear Christian behind me and say nothing while calmly walking towards him. I sense Tara and the others and spare them a glance to see them all holding their breaths with tension. I hold Elizabeth’s gaze.

Keyara's mind; Truly unsettling. Why does he keep staring at me with that awkward and uncomfortable gaze? Is he a playboy, womanizer, or... oh God, the worst, a maniac! I can even feel my uneasy heartbeat warning me. He's a businessman named Grey, which I know means "gray" in English. Is he called that because of his grayish behavior? I can't stop thinking negatively about this man because he won't stop staring at me.

It already proved abortive, even before we started. “ Father stay with me, stay alive for me.” I cried as he held my hand reassuringly. But that was not enough. I wanted him in my life. He had been stabbed on his chest with a silver spear, shrouded with wolfsbane. The vampire lord count Dracula walked up to us. “There was a war but you are the prime target.” He said airily. I looked up with tears in my eyes. The wicked vampire count possesses a physique that is both imposing and menacing, reflecting the darkness that consumes his soul. He stands tall and broad-shouldered, with a commanding presence that instills fear in all who dare to cross his path.

I held the door for her as she kept counting with her hands and she almost slammed her head into the door. “Shayla please pay attention to where you’re going.” I closed the door behind us as I took a seat by the window, it’s always best to take in the view while having coffee. “I know that he’s sexy, I wished he was Jeremiah in summer I turned pretty sexy. But it’s okay too if he’s Christian Grey kind of sexy. Oh my God, his name is also Christian!” she yelped and a few people in the café turned to look at her.

He glared at me as I stood right in front of him. “Beta Carys?” Levi mumbled. Kian remained seated as if he was still unbothered by the unfolding commotion. “Or what? What can an insignificant, good-for-nothing werewolf like you do?” Christian’s voice dripped with contempt as he sneered at me. “Who knows? You are the one behind all those deaths? Perhaps you are following your insane mother’s legacy!” “Christian!” My voice cracked with fury. At that moment, I would have punched him had it not been for the intense sparks that hit me like a tsunami. Kian had held my wrist before I could even try to punch Christian.