Grace Trevelyan Grey Novels & Stories

“Your children. You have a little boy and…?” Grace’s face softened. “A daughter too.” "Cecil is my eldest," Grace started, a fond smile gracing her lips. "She’s four years old, and she's such a curious little explorer. Always asking questions and eager to learn about the world around him. She has this infectious laughter that can brighten up even the darkest of days." Her description of Cecil made me picture a vibrant, adventurous little girl with eyes full of wonder. I found myself feeling a strange sense of warmth as if I could almost hear her laughter in my mind.

She glared hard at the woman beside her. "Vivian, when did you arrive?" Grey asked her. So, the pouting lips name is Vivian, typical, Maya scoffed as she said in her mind. Vivian went over to Grey, and slipped her into his elbow, entwining with his. "Not too long ago, Grey. I came in, and decided to see you first," she said with a smile, and admiration in her eyes, but, Grey was not looking at her, rather, he was looking at Maya, who was trying to keep her irritation in check. "But then, I saw this...girl, in here," she said in an ignoble manner, as she stared at Maya with distaste written allover her face. "Who is she, Grey, and what's she doing here?" She asked sweetly, as she looked at hi

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Grace yelled, "Whitney here is yours." "Whoa! I am excited, Grace have you seen yours?" She asked. "No, I am still..." "Blind girl, yours is here, is Second Class Upper Division." Grace jumped as Kingsley told her. "Cathy is a darling, here I thought this girl is going to make me fail since she is mourning her boyfriend." Cathy is the one always writing Grace's exams even during their university days, all she does is bribe her way so the lecturers will let Cathy sit for her, and here is not exception, Grace knows how to go about getting what she wants.

Another fact she'd learnt in her five years of marriage? Standing close to his meal made him gag. She moved away, not completely out of the room, but definitely out of his sight. She stood behind him, leaning on the wall in the living room and watched him eat. Talia Grey — the eldest and adopted daughter of the Grey family. She was only 23 when she was offered on a platter to the Sanderson family....solely for business. The man her eyes were locked on? Julian Sanderson — 29years old and monstrous.

Maple, "As for the woman I love, I've found her, so you don't need to worry..." Ms. Maple looked at Grey, surprised, "What do you mean, you already have someone you love?! Is there a woman you like?!" Grey nodded and asked Ms. Maple cautiously, "Do you want to see her photo?" "Yes, I want to see it!" Ms. Maple replied eagerly. She was delighted to learn that Grey had an interest in another woman. Grey smiled and took out his phone, saying, "Mom, I hope you won't be shocked!" He opened his photo gallery and showed a picture of himself taken in Spain. He zoomed in on a photo of Keyara, taken at close range so his mother could see her clearly.

He looked way better in person, and he towered over my 5'6 body. “Hello,” he said. Jessica and Damian climbed into the limo and I said, “Hi.” I got in, and he got in and sat by me. Jessica had the biggest smile on her face. He said, “Hi, I’m Grey.” I smiled and said, “I’m Gracelyn.” I smiled and shook his hand. Jessica said, “No one calls you by Gracelyn. Grey, you can call her Grace.” I frowned and Grey laughed. “Okay.”

The woman welcomed him warmly and politely. She was clearly an extraordinary woman. Joseph studied her expression and bearing, and everything about her suggested that she was sharp and capable. Then again, no ordinary person would have made it into Mavis' family, nor would the old lady have trusted just anyone to represent her in Jenton. Her name suited her perfectly. It was Grace Summers. The gift Mavis had sent turned out to be a set of silver needles. They weren't new, but judging by their appearance and craftsmanship, they were clearly a collector's item.

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

While she flipped through the letters, I turned back to my own work. Grace had just sent me some documents detailing the Council’s expenditures. She’d bribed the treasury to get them. I was combing through every line, searching for any suspicious withdrawals or payments—anything that might reveal who was funding the experiments. “Goddess!” Emmeline suddenly exclaimed. I looked up, alarmed. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes were teary as she turned to me. “Skylar Grey…” I frowned. “What about her?” “I knew her,” she whispered.