Romans & histoires Freddy And Gregory

Then, a skinny young man in slippers and a hoodie came over with a group of people. There were handsome men and beautiful women around him dressed like hippies. They were smoking, and chewing on bubble gum as they looked at Greg and company. When Greg had a good look at them, his serious look softened a little. “A bunch of thugs? Hmph!” “How dare you beat up Greg’s man? You have a death wish?” “Greg doesn’t even care about the chairman of Shangrila Group, let alone some thugs.” Faye and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Gregory said, still being arrogant about it. "Doesn't matter to me if you've been beaten half to death I would make sure you get just as much suffering as I intended and if by chance you lose consciousness i would get you to a doctor who would get you treated and no matter how many days it takes for you to recover I'd wait just so that we can get back to it right after" Alek said smiling like the devil,it was then Gregory began to fear and fidget,it became clear to him that the man standing in front of him was not bluffing and was going to hurt him.

So much of what I do is for him, from helping him study for tests to showing him the video of Wendy going berserk. Gregory thought that Wendy was the girl for him, but I was only helping him see the light. So what if the clip I showed him didn’t have the whole story attached? Sure, I had to attack Wendy in order to make her crazy come out, but Gregory doesn’t need to know about that part. He goes to bolt, but the Silver Hunters grab him and slam him to the floor. I let out a little cry and have to slap my hands back over my mouth. "What do we have here?" The first Silver Hunter—a tall, ass of a person—leans over Gregory and cackles. "You managed to hide for quite a while, didn't you, boy?"

It was the sound of her soul, something that came when the smile of her eyes overflowed into the air. So when he heard her giggles and her soft expressions of joy, they were as much a gift for her and this pack house as they were a sign of their growing bond. Though they were sleeping separately, nobody except Greg knew about their arrangement; in fact, no one was allowed on the east side of the pack house where the three of them occupied. Greg had become their personal butler, cook, and assistant. So he understood too well why Sophie trusted Greg so much that they could pull such a prank every now and then.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

We hadn’t known each other long, but in those board meetings and behind-the-scenes discussions, I’d watched him watch me the way the notes at a housewarming quietly collect in the corners—unnoticed until you suddenly realize they were always there. “Good morning,” I replied, and for a moment my voice sounded fuller than I’d expected. Brandon placed a hand on my upper arm. “Dad, this is Freya—my wife. Gerald glanced at him, then back to me, and nodded again. “My pleasure.” Then he directed us both to his side. “Kyle and I were just going over some recent correspondence.” He tapped the folder in his hand. “Word is, things have shifted upward—we’ll be seeing a bit more of each other.”

Gregor asked "Mr Brandon" Stella replied "Why would you keep Brandon waiting?" Gregor snapped "I'm sorry...it's because you told me not to let anyone in" Stella said "Let him in" Gregor said Stella bowed shortly and went in,seconds later,Brandon walked into the office "Hey dude" Brandon said,he's Gregor's only friend and also his best friend,they've been friends since highschool and they know each other so well. Brandon is tge lively type and he's a crazy playboy also

“Frederick, come on.” “And one condition?” “Freddie…” “Forget it then.” “What do you want?” “An answer.” “To what?” “If I should buy Wendy a ring or hold onto the culture and wait for him.” Oh, my poor friend! “Do you want to buy him one?” “Since the first day I met him, Greg. I have dreams of making him mine forever, but it is the culture he does it.” “Who made such an unbalanced culture? Your head or fear?”

Gregorio came out of the house looking very agitated. "What is it, Greg? Where's the fire?" I joked, but he wasn't in the mood. "Suzy, the hospital where your little daughter works called me. Frederick was taken there; they told me his condition is extremely serious," Greg spoke anxiously, and I was shocked. "Don't say that, Greg! What happened to Frederick?" I stood up quickly. "It seems he was beaten up in prison. Again!" Gregorio ran his hands through his hair nervously. "It's all your daughter's fault, Suzy! That damn Hannah's fault!"

He'd spent enough time around Gregory to know he didn’t want a minute more in his company. "So soon?" Gregory's brow raised. "You couldn't even pretend now after you got what you wanted?" Ollie let out a forced chuckle. No, he couldn’t. "Besides, some beautiful girls are about to roll in. We should celebrate with that," Gregory continued, his eyes glinting with lewd excitement. “Not that he needs to,” said Freddy, a friend of Gregory’s, his aged voice scratchy from the corner of the private bar. “With a face like his, girls probably fall into his lap.” His eyes crinkled as he grinned.