Greg Heffley Novels & Stories

No, I was the overachieving eighteen-year-old trying to pull off being the personal assistant to one of the biggest dickheads in the history of dickheads. My dad truly did have everything planned out for the day of my interview. He paid every person attending to leave, which left me as the only option to be chosen. Gunnar wasn't all too happy with that. My interview went to shit as well. It was one thing practicing in front of my father and a completely different thing when in front of Gunnar Astor. He wasn't only a brooding, arrogant, billionaire CEO but he was also handsome to the point he could probably be a God.

Serena’s world had tilted, spun, and collapsed all in one breath. The truth felt like a storm rolling over her—slow, massive, and impossible to stop. She stood there in the quiet of her father’s garden, the same place she had played as a child, where he had taught her to climb trees, to whistle through grass blades, to believe she was simply an ordinary girl in an ordinary world. But now she knew. Her father hadn’t just kept a secret—he had rewritten her life.

His hair was chestnut brown, curly and unruly on his head. He was slightly tanned and there were a few faded freckles on the bridge of his nose. I didn't know him, but I answered him nevertheless. "Hi" I said, smiling, albeit shyly for it had been a while since people approached me just to say 'hi'. His green eyes shone as he jutted his hand out towards me. "I'm Elliot Heffley. I'm new here and was just looking around for a friendly face." He joked, politely, with a small laugh and I tensed slightly at the fact that someone was actually talking to me, nicely without an agenda. It was refreshing and I smiled at him.

Reilly growls. They know each other. Cal, the bow welder and possibly my savour's jaw clenches tightly. Whatever relationship they have, it can't be very good... "Didn't think we would have to see each other again," the man muses. Instantly, I'm faced with an accent I've never heard in my life. It's so exotic, the way it melts smoothly together, curving around your senses with a quiver. "And in such an unfortunate place," Reilly muses.

my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this morning. He didn’t get the chance cause I kneed his balls and bit his hand,” I snorted. “Wait, so this ‘drifter’ groundskeeper didn’t touch you, but the director’s son did? Where is the prick?” dad demanded, now turning his anger at Mister Moors.

I huffed pushing the door open “ Creed doesn’t think cream cheese on a bagel tastes good. He’s literally not human.” Ryan griped “ Is that really what you two are arguing about?” Walking over to the coffee mug that sat on my desk I can tell it is hot which means the cook just brought it in not too long ago. Taking a sip, I take in the hotness that runs down my throat as peace in this messed up word. Anyone who says coffee has no effect on you mentally are people who have never drank and enjoyed coffee before.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I don't have nobody else for family, only my grandma. I mean, thankfully I have my best friend Jade Henshaw, she's like a sister to me. We're both 17 years old and juniors at Lakevalley High School. Jade is stunning; she's about my height, maybe an inch shorter than I and I'm about 5'7". She has brown hair with lighter blonde highlights and honey-colored eyes. We met a couple years after my parents died when we were about 6 years old.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

“He’s been trying to woo her and it gets creepy sometimes. Gale gets really mad. He’s standing right there.” She moved away and pointed. True to her word, Gale had stepped off to the side, glaring at us as the other kids had disappeared into the sea. I stepped closer to Auri. She looked up at me and smiled. “Hector, meet Alpha Gregory. He’s the one that runs the school.” She turned to the Alpha. “Hector previously was a Gamma and then Beta. Now…” Auri looked up at me, not knowing if I was still Beta. I smiled and reached out to shake his hand. “Now, I decided to take a much needed vacation.”