Greg Heffley Novels & Stories

Caelan's grandfather and Asher's grandfather were dormitory comrades, and as a result, their families had a good relationship. The Montgo family had Timothy, a playboy who changed women as often as he changed clothes, while the Everhart family had Caelan, who excelled in indulging in vices such as eating, drinking, gambling, and womanizing. Who would have thought that Caelan would actually be friends with Asher? "Is it because of that woman from that day?" Caelan asked again. "Gary ended up in the hospital because of her, with plenty of broken bones."

Of course, all the drama club members start seeing him as their savior. While I’m working in the background, worrying whether he has company, I end up hearing him and a few others laugh. Right. Why would I ever worry whether he has enough people to socialize with? He’s Alex Hewlett. “Hey, how long have you been practicing? I bet it takes a lot of work,” Heather says, her dimples on full display. “How’d you grow so tall? Are all your family members as tall as you?” Maggie raises a hand to try measuring him.

Hailey had definitely heard of the name Gregory Callahan. Who wouldn’t? Gregory Callahan, or better known as Greg and Mr. Callahan by his friends and the public respectively, was one of the most hardened CEOs in the country. He built his own empire from scratch and worked hard ever since he was young, so he was mostly known for his hard work and intelligence. He was also ruthless whenever it came to decision-making and negotiations. He would not back down from anything and jumped at every opportunity that was meant for the benefit of his company.

Hopefully I made a good first impression. A few minutes later, an older gentleman walks in. He’s in khaki dress pants, a white collared shirt, and a red tie. He reaches out to shake Dad’s hand before introducing himself. “Hello! I’m Gary Jefferson. So glad you will be joining our school. Sorry about your wait. Young wolves dealing with hormone changes. I’m sure you know all about that Dr. Holder!” He seems kind, but not overly friendly. He shakes Dad’s hand before turning his attention to me.

She nodded and walked away. I arrived at Mr Brett's office, knocked, and entered while welcoming him. "You must improve your score on the next quiz. It's a crucial test. So, why didn't you prepare for the previous exam?" "It is, Sir…" "I know you play for the school team and I've heard you're good at it, but it doesn't mean you can get worse grades in school. Your GPA, like your basketball, is vital to you. So aim to outperform the average on your future exam. Did you receive it?"

It would make sense to change Geoff’s last name, too. “So, you’re important then. Wait. I won’t be Geoffrey Smythe. You mean I’ll be Geoffrey Allan?” Heath couldn’t believe how sharp his son was. If anyone told him his son could keep up with this conversation at age eight, he’d have told them they were full of it. Not only did he keep up with him, but he also brought up new topics that Heath had trouble finding answers for.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I quickly sipped on my juice. I heard mommy's exaggerated gasp. Then I felt them staring at me. Oh my gosh. "Oh, you go to the same school as my daughter. She's the school's student council president!" Mommy proudly said. I almost rolled my eyes. He freaking knows mommy. He's my student council adviser and professor in history. I was forced to look up when mommy nudged me. I threw them a forced smile. Sir Greg smiled widely. "Yes, I know Felice, Ma'am. She's actually my student in History and I am also the student council's substitute adviser."

Fred lifts his hand, nodding his head and closing his eyes. "Now, son... Listen for a sec, please. I was out of line. Son, ever since the passing of your parents things got a little crazy. I went from being a single man with no inspiration, no responsibilities and living life full of party and liquor to having to take care of a ten year old boy. I remember the day you came like it was yesterday. You were a tiny boy, your blue eyes were empty, and filled with sadness. I didn't just lose my brother that day, but I also lost my happy go lucky nephew. And he was gone for a long... Long time." Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears.

Geoff glares at me from the doorway. I do my best to smile but I’m sure my face has guilt written all over it. “Who the fuck are you?” Comes from behind me. Oh nice to see Matts using his words like a big boy now. Geoff crosses the room and holds out his hand with his eye arched. “Geoff Rhodes, director of Heretic HQ” I turn and see Matt look from me to Geoff and I nod discreetly. “Ah welcome , sorry you walked in on our training” Matt lies and Luca gives a smile and a nod. “Training?” Geoffs not buying it.