Christian Grey Novels & Stories

"Oh, you don't remember my voice? I'm heartbroken, Christ. You forgot me just because I was silent for a few years. I should do this more to remind you of me, Don't you think?" "Grayson," Christian recognized. "So, you remember me. Good. I have got your little man over here. I'm not sure what to do with him," Grayson said. Grayson is an Alpha of Werewolf pack. "What do you want?" Christian feared for his friend. "How about you get here in ten minutes? Or you can say goodbye to your friend from there itself," Grayson said and disconnected the line. Christian was in a dilemma, whether to escort his pregnant wife or to go and save his friend's life.

The walls buckled. The ceiling stretched higher and higher until it vanished into darkness. The warmth of the house turned rancid. Family photographs melted, dripping down the walls like tar. The floorboards cracked open—not deep chasms, but mouths, whispering things Garrick couldn’t understand. The hearth erupted with black flame. Christian’s face twisted first. His jaw dislocated. His eyes turned white. His voice gurgled like broken glass. He took a step forward—and with each step, his limbs grew out of proportion. A grotesque, warped version of Christian, towering over Garrick like a shadow with no soul.

the quiet second-in-command said. “Come meet everyone.” Grey led me through introductions of nearly twenty other Sinful Saints. They were a mix of every possible combination, always of two types, never more. I noted every detail and planned to add it to my journal about hybrids the next time I was in the library. Grey gestured toward a young man with a mohawk. “This is Gunner.” The guy had enough piercings in his face to rival a tackle shop. “He’s a witch and wolf hybrid like yourself.”

"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

They were the pack elders, their faces grim and stern as they discussed official business. Chloe and I stopped near the side of the hallway to let them pass, bowing our heads slightly out of habit. The oldest elder, a man with long gray hair and a thick beard named Lord Garon, stopped right in front of me. The other four elders paused beside him, their cold, judgmental eyes sweeping over my simple dress. "So this is Ethan Willow's sister," Lord Garon said, his deep voice echoing loudly. "Yes, Lord Garon," another elder muttered with disgust. "The girl whose brother tried to poison the Alpha last night."

Even though I had challenged him myself, I couldn't believe that I was the one to break through first. "Oh my..God.." I moaned as he continued to torture me, Gray released my hands." He pulled away and wiped his chinas it was dripping with water. My eyes widened in horror when he shook his head with a devilish smile and began to caress my thighs. I clenched my jaw and threw my head back on the pillow as I felt Gray's hand travelling all over my body. My heart races when he reaches my face and watches me while he unties the hook of my bra. Once he did, he kisses my skin sofly until he reaches my breast.

For a moment he froze, and in the next moment he smiled. “What’re you doing here, Chris?” It was necessary to ask. Christian didn’t catch Kayla’s scent, he thought it was Callous approaching because she smelled like a hybrid. Who in the hell was the hybrid she met? It was impossible to read a fairy’s mind, else he’d have detected her long before she approached. “I’m Anthony’s doctor. I came to treat him. He had a little…” He made that face she knew him for, contorting his face as though he were thinking. “Problem with his health earlier.” He slid his hands into his pockets.

She stopped moving away, walking over to stand in front of him instead. Still leaning against the ice cold wall, Grey nodded. "I'm Grey Crawford," he said. "You can't be, Cyrus left the city years ago. I haven't seen him in the longest time," Arder replied. This Grey had already known, and now he had to spill the words he had been dreading since the moment he laid eyes on her. Tucking his hands into his coat pockets, he sighed. "That's because he's dead."

Grey drew in more smoke from his cigarette, he noticed how Lorraine’s face quickly changed like she was worried or something “It’s not that Grey, he is becoming more and more different. Like he is turning into a mad scientist, I have never seen him like that before and he said he is very close to getting what he wants. He sent his men to go after Roman st Laurent” she explained and he cleared his throat before killing the light in his cigarette and dropping it on the counter “Roman st Laurent?” He asked “Yeah” she replied before raising the bottle to her lips for another gulp “Experiment 25?” Grey asked again with his brows arched

The man's strange eyes looked up at me and narrowed. "Introduce us, son," the obvious vampire said intriguingly. Damon cleared his throat before he spoke, "Father this is Grayson. Grayson, this is my father, Maacah. "He is the first vampire from biblical times and thought to only be a deity. He also knows who and what you are," Auberon growled within my subconscious. I raised my hand and shook the legend, not intimidated. in the least. I side-eyed Damon a bit impressed with his pedigree.