Freddy And Gregory Novels & Stories

It was just enough coverage that what it hid was a tantalizing mystery, but there was nothing that terrified the tough guys in Gregory’s employ so much as watching her lead an almost naked Shadow through the halls of Gregory’s various mansions, something that Gregory appreciated and enjoyed almost as much as she did. Gregory was another broken, sad toy boy that had grown up without ever exploring his suppressed desires. They had met at the sex club five years before, on Gregory’s first visit. He had gotten into an argument with the intractable barkeeper over lime, and she had stepped in to mediate, finding herself ensconced into a VIP booth with a weepy, lonely, boy toy who had aged out of h

They moved toward her car with the kind of intent I didn’t like. "Alpha, I don’t like this," Greg murmured, eyes narrowing as he studied the men. "Those two are trouble." I didn’t need his warning. My senses were already on high alert. The moment I saw the man pull out a tool to break into her car, I snapped. "Greg, handle them. Don't kill them, just knock them out." "Yes, Alpha," Greg grinned, already slipping out of the car. In a blur of motion, Greg was on them, his werewolf speed taking them down in seconds. They crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

That girl or woman as the case May be was worthless of all children that was ever born. Lucas shook his head in pity. She was mean and deceptive to him and was still useless to her family. Who is ever going to speak well of her. Thank goodness, he was free from her clutches. He is a free man now and the feeling of freedom makes happy and light hearted. "I love Freddie. His kindness and the way he treats me makes me see him as my late brother. Freya and I had a brother but his death was the darkest thing that ever happened to me besides my parents death" Greg paused, he seemed to sniffle and sad.

Gregory cooed after we had come a long distance from the park. "Now that it worked, it's brilliant." I felt the urge to smack him like a child for doubting at first. "I shouldn't be getting excited when most werewolves in this town have been poisoned," Gregory thought suddenly, scooping a large amount of vanilla flavor ice cream, and bringing closely to his eyes for the purpose of examination. "Is it poisoned?" I stole a glance at Gregory and the ice cream he held to his face before I returned my focus to the road. "Yes, it's all poisoned."

Vampiric shrieks soon filled the air. Frederick released me. When I turned my head, I saw two giant wolves chasing and ripping apart vampires. Many chose to stay and fight, losing their heads in the process, but Louise and Gregory fled without so much as a second glance back at the chaos behind them. With Frederick distracted by the slaughter, I took my chance to escape. I tried to crawl away, but Frederick seized the back of my dress and dragged me to him. “Not so fast,” he muttered in my ear. “You could still be useful.”

After what felt like hours to Summer Gregory finally made his appearance accompanied by two men. Gregory was a tiny man only standing about five foot five, an inch taller than Summer's own five foot four. His round head was completely bald and the exposed skin reflected moonlight at the very top. The skin of his face was soaked with sweat and his cheeks were bright red. It was somewhat humorous to Summer that anyone who lead a large group could be so tiny and harmless looking. However, Summer knew to never take anyone for granted based on their looks. All the men that had been working outside earlier on had already left for the evening, leaving only the tiny Gregory and these two men for

Greg Stevens, a wounded man who has come to the sea shore to grieve because of the loss of his wife and son got distracted by Monalisa's cry which was a little feint because of how far off he was, he felt reluctant to the cry at first but after a while he decided to go and find out what was going on. Greg is an Omega whose wife and son had just been murdered by some group of Vipers, he called the wolverines who were his pack members for help so that he could avenge the deaths of his wife and son but their Alpha King Dennis rejected his call for help as he told him that they have better war to fight than fighting to avenge his family, he had told Greg that he wouldn't fight against the Vampir

Contrast this with Gregory: short, lecherous, stocky. "Hmph. Height matters now?!" Gregory scoffed. "I'm strong now! I control everything. Any woman will crawl for me!" "Want to die?" he growled, pride swelling in his chest. The power surge made him overconfident; no one was worthy of respect. His lips curved into a cruel smile. He advanced on Ray. One grab, a barrage of needles, and Ray would be impaled in a gruesome death. Ray sighed and raised a hand, pressing it in the air toward Gregory.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

“It was my second night here, you came into my room after I finished serving you dinner, you tore off my little cotton dress, and forced me to my knees.” I bend down, picking up his two bloody fingers from the floor. “And then you shoved your fingers into my mouth, stretching it open so painfully. What was it you said then?” I don’t wait for him to answer, I shove his detached fingers into his mouth and clamp my hand over it, “Oh that's right, you said, and I quote, ‘streetrat little whores are good for nothing except sucking cock.’” Gregory’s eyes plead with me, his pupils round with fear and disgust. I remove my hand and he immediately spits out his fingers.