Christian Grey Novels & Stories

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

His loyalty was ironclad, and he wouldn’t want anyone digging into whatever was between him and Hera. I considered going to his father for answers, but that felt wrong too. If they’d wanted me to know, they would have told me last night when I mentioned how upset Jaydon was after I brought up Hera. My thoughts wandered to Mrs. Grey. The very idea of her sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me. She’d show up soon, no doubt, and I didn’t think I had the strength to deal with her. Maybe I should leave before she arrived. Christian’s voice pulled me back. He stood by Jaydon’s bed, gazing at his friend with an odd expression. “Jaydon’s strong,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “I admire

"The witch's henchman. We've known his name for a while." She lets go of my shirt like it's burned her. "You've known." "Since Maxim told Noah. Months ago. Haven’t I mentioned it?" Thinking about it now, probably not. I always refer to him as The Grey. I’m not sure why. Probably because we never say Nyasia’s name. "You should have told me! Why didn’t you?" "It wasn’t on purpose. I told you about the grey who turns the victims. I guess I just never said his name in front of you. Why does it matter?"

"Can you blame me? It's hard to concentrate on Victorian verse when the most dangerous man in the underworld is standing ten feet away, looking like he stepped out of a Renaissance painting." ​Christian’s silver-grey eyes flashed with a dark, amused warmth. He pushed off the mantelpiece, walking across the Persian rug with slow, deliberate strides until he stood right in front of the sofa. He didn't sit down; instead, he stepped between her knees, leaning down to cup her face in his large, calloused hands.

And one more thing, I have proven that they do really exist. Three things, three things are currently messing my mind right now. First, Shaun is indeed a lycanthrope. He is a monstrous blood-thirsty beast from I don't know when. And not just Shaun, but Grey is a lycanthrope too, his butler or something like that.

I turn around to face him and, as usual, my heart races at the sight of him. Christian Drakos, Greek mafia head and as deadly as they come. He’s tall, so tall that I have to peer up to look at him, but I never regret it when I do; he’s beautiful. Tanned skin because he’s constantly in the sun, full lips with a slightly heavy bottom. Green eyes so light they look gray and wavy black hair that swept his shoulders and his body… Gosh. The embodiment of a Greek God.

Grey. She’d conducted controlled interviews online with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her doctor's lab. Who believes in paranormal stuff? Doctor Grey knew that vampires, shape-shifters, and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke? Maybe her dreams had no connection.

"Alexandra is a hybrid vampire, while Brianna is a hybrid werewolf. They take after their fathers but they are twins, if you asked me how it came to be then I don't know either. That remains a mystery to me." "That explains why." He said sadly. "I hope you will understand we don't mean harm to anyone my children are considered an outcast of their own races but we are good." "I realized it Mom even before how you have taken me under your wings for protection. But the fact that we are different I can no longer stay with you." He said sadly close to tears. "What do you mean?" If he realized their difference, It wouldn't be a problem, would it? "While you have my heart and my respect Mom, we a

Jack said, letting go of my hand. I watched as they did the whole “bro” thing. I guess that’s universal? As Christian turned my eyes honed in on a massive … tattoo? It was kind of a silvery marking on his back. Like, his entire back. I wanted to touch it and not just because he was hot. It almost looked like paint. “The Goddess is good, what can I say? Christian this is our mate Grace,” Jack said, as I stuck out my hand. Christian looked at it, confused. He even took a step back as if I had cooties. He just said Jack was lucky, but he won’t come near me? My face immediately fell in offense.