Donald P Gregg Novels & Stories

Sir Donald yelled at Gregg. Gregg looked down, "I'm sorry sir but I have no other choice. I told you this was way too much." I scoffed, "But you did it anyway. Are you trying to pin it on him that you only followed orders just because you got caught? If you're going to do something, how can you be sloppy about it." The rest of the elders stood up, "Ummm... I think Donald has done something really grave and deserves to be punished. But she is a nobody and you can just let it go–"

"It's the elderly man, Mr. Gregory; he is in Pennsylvania now and wants to meet you. We still need that old undying bone; his status in the country is enough as long as he is still alive. I want you to accompany him in Pennsylvania and convince him to invest in our company. Remember, our company, not yours. We don't need his money; we just want to make use of his face to handle most problems. If others hear that he is part of our business, they will have to tread carefully." "You know that old man and her grandfather are very fond of you. I'm sure you will get his approval faster; he currently stays in Hershey Hotel. Take care, grandson." The phone beeped and disconnected. I held his phone,

In front of my father's house was Greg, standing outside his car and looking drop-dead gorgeous. "Oh my god, what's he doing here?" I whispered, the breath leaving my lungs. Maya's head snapped back to me as she heard me, "Do you know him?" I nodded. "Who is he?" She demanded, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. I placed a hand to my chest, feeling my heart beat loudly in my ears. "He is Greg Callaghan, a Professor of Law at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas." Maya's eyes washed over me with amusement, and a knowing smile spread over her lips, "Oh–My–Gosh–Mona. Don't tell me you fell in love with your professor."

“Who is he? Is there any other important information about him?” “Okay, I’ve investigated this man named Greg. He is an active member of an affair group. He has been a member for several years. He is married and has a wife named Sarah Parker, but they haven’t been blessed with children after being married for years. Greg works as the CEO of a mining company on the coast of Riverford,” Mark replied. “Is the mining company owned by Mr. Brown?” “Yes. Your knowledge is impressive,” Mark praised. “But this man named Greg was once involved in a scandal,” Mark interjected.

Even the president wasn't really respected by him, and yet now, he was shaking like a stray dog beaten by the rain in front of Don Luciano. "My daughter-in-law here, wants to enroll." Don Luciano began, and only then did the man throw me a glance. "You are welcome, Mrs Moretti. I shall begin your registration right away." He told me as he gestured for me to sit on the sofa, opposite them. "Good, though a disturbing piece of information reached me, though." Don Luciano placed a hand on his chin. "What news?" "I heard my son's Bride here was earlier denied entry into one of your branches in Chic

However, he had never seen this person nor heard his father mention anything. “Greetings, I’m Dawn Daniels. I heard that you were an acquaintance of my father?” The elderly gentleman was silent for the longest time. Genetics did not lie. Dawn was a splitting image of his father in his youth except for his hair colour. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the mysterious gentleman smiled and motioned for Dawn to take a seat. “It was a relief to hear that you were still around. I couldn’t attend old Richard’s funeral because I was abroad, and the news reached me too late.”

"Hello, are you the new assistant of Margo and her sister Denniel?" Doctor Greg asked, is also a Pathologist who will accompany Denniel to the Morgue. He is tall and handsome even at this age. But it looks good and they get along. "Yeah.. you're Doc Greg too aren't you?" This polite question.

I clearly see that intruding game is strong, because not only have you managed to intrude my space, you're bugling your way right through my heart too," I could not stop smiling. Gregg was quite smooth with his words. In the last two hours, I learnt that he had a distinct sense of humor–one that I didn't understand at first. It was so difficult to understand him at first, but as I was spending time with him, it was getting really smooth. His words and my unending smile resulted in a moment of silence. I need to know why he always works with Miller's family members. "There! "Now you have a home, or at least a decent house," Gregg said. I looked around and couldn't help admiring it. No one who

He caught her searching gaze and she was expecting to see some sign of remorse but to her surprise, he shamelessly gave her a wink and focused on pouring himself a glass of water. She turned her attention away from him and focused on Ronald as well. She took note of his green eyes for the first time. They were akin to Donovan’s. Donovan had the man's handsome features. It was clear from the first look. Whenever Ronald looked at Donovan it was easy to see that he was proud of his grandson. “My son, have you decided on a date yet?” he asked. “No, Grandpa.” “Hmm. What are you waiting for?” “Soon,” Donovan replied vaguely.