Gregory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Instead, she placed it back exactly where it had been. Perhaps tomorrow, she told herself again. She had been telling herself that for years now. Tomorrow he would open it. Tomorrow he would remember. Tomorrow he would love her again. A few minutes later, Gregory entered the bedroom. Without a word, he began removing his cufflinks, the metallic clink loud in the tense quiet. Cathrene watched him through the mirror, her heart heavy. “We need to talk.” He sighed. “Didn’t we already?” “No. We argued. We haven’t talked in a long time.”

I will have to bear with this. I clenched my hands as I felt my teeth gritting. I felt so stupid and pitiful at the same time. Fuck. I was a third party? I wasn’t sure of that, but heck, he didn’t even clear that up! The Greg earlier wasn’t the Greg that I loved and the Greg that I met. He wasn’t that guy. Now, I began to think if that guy really existed because, from the looks of it earlier, it seemed that my Gregory wasn’t existent. That guy was Karrie’s and it hurt fucking much.

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

What she hadn't expected was for everything that came after. After leaving Tyler's apartment that morning, Gregory had driven her back to his estate and they'd talked for hours. About what happened. About what it meant. About whether it was just revenge or something more. "I enjoyed last night for the wrong reasons initially," Gregory had admitted. "The revenge. The taboo. The wrongness of it. But somewhere around the third or fourth time we were together, it stopped being about Tyler. It started being about you. About how you made me feel. About how much I genuinely wanted you, not just as revenge but as a person."

He sighed. I watched him while my brows furrowed with rage. “I thought you were so sure the book was going to help.” Grayham arched a brow. “Look, man. If there’s something else eating you up aside from the stupid thought that I was stealing your dumb boyfriend then say it out.” “Cut the crap!” I fired back. “Do you think I care about Gregory, if I had wanted to be with him, I would have done that long before this swap happened.”

I admit. "Because that brat Connor broke up with his girlfriend, and she’s been causing a scene day and night since, so I came here for some piece." "Broke up," I repeat, unable to believe what I was hearing. "But I thought they were so in love?" "Yeah, love," Gregory huffs. "Anyway, I think the one who should be asking why someone is here is me, no?" "I clean this place," I respond immediately. "Clean," he repeats, smirking. "Are you sure you haven’t been fucking my dad?"

“One day your tongue will be the reason they slit your throat.” “One day?” Gregory raised his brows. “Try today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day. I’ve already accepted my throat is popular real estate.” The room went still again. No one wanted to admit the truth, but they all knew it: Gregory was marked. The phone buzzed on the table. Everyone’s eyes turned to it. Gregory picked it up lazily and swiped. His smile grew wider as he read the message. “Ah, the Irish have manners. A text instead of a bullet. ‘We’ll carve your name into the sea.’ Poetic bastards.”

I ask, ready to wrap up this farce as soon as I can. Gregory shakes his head. "That's all. Make the plans with my father." He stands, eyes flitting between me and Rita. "There's something strange about the two of you. But I admit, I looked into your little relationship. It seems like it was fast, but you really are married." "Love knows no limits," I say with a shrug. Gregory grunts. "I suppose not." He walks to the door, but pauses there. "By the way. Why don't either of you wear a ring?"

I shiver and he lays me on the bed. "You took everything like a true champ, you made me so incredibly proud today my Enna. I couldn't be happier to have you as my mate." I feel myself smile at his words; they ground me and make me feel loved. But I am still too tired to reply, so my eyes close and with it, so does my mind. - *Roharu* Watching her finally sleep puts my heart at ease, but my mind keeps racing. Gregory is doomed, if we go for the exposition option. But risking Sienna's exposure as well has me debating my next actions.

He had made sure to find out what food I could eat, chosen the best restaurant, and was attentive to my every expression and movement. I lifted my gaze to his forehead. A bandage covered the stitches he had received. The blow had been strong, and even the bruise beneath his right eye did nothing to diminish Gregory’s beauty. He looked so happy now, so utterly fulfilled, as if being in my company was enough. I knew we didn’t need to say much or try to learn everything about each other at once. The discoveries would come naturally and make our days together even better. Occasionally, Gregory discussed his father and the memories he had of the city and the restaurant. He reminisced about coming