Gregory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Gregory called softly. "Do you not see how much I love you and adore you?." "I hate it whenever I see you in this situation and can't do anything to help you." He grinned and took her hand and kissed it softly. Gregory had been in love with Thea since she was fourteen years of age. Regardless of the fact that they were half siblings, he still pushed through with showing his affection towards Thea despite the rumors which he wished were true. There once was a rumor that Greg and Thea might be mates. Seeing how their relationship was since childhood. While Greg helped Thea in pursuing her feelings with Maxwell, he was deeply wishing that she noticed him and accepted it.

Gregory perks up seeing them and smiles my way. "A treat?"he questions pointing at them. Both girls are drugged, so they just stand there. "Yes, we deserve a treat, and to show I'm not upset at your insolence, I will let you pick first," he looks happy before his face falls. "I'm sorry, Warren. I just heard rumors about Tyler Savage and how brutal he is. It won't happen again. I'm truly sorry, "I sigh as I pat his back and survey our pets. Gregory looks at them with interest and walks around them, checking them out. Both look similar to Angie but aren't her. I sigh sadly. I miss her tight holes. I miss her screaming as I beat and fuck her. I watch Gregory pick and lead his pet off while I ta

Lorenzo's voice was laced with hatred. "Come on, Lorenzo. My daughters were harsh; I know that. But they did that because they don't want to get married. Especially to someone they don't love." Gregory explained. "So you're saying that you're daughter is in love with that Castello boy?" Lorenzo stated. Gregory didn't get the chance to answer. Everything went black after he felt a hard object hit his head. After two hours, Gregory woke up with a headache and a large lump in his head. The room he woke up in is dark and unfamiliar. Gregory felt fear creeping up his spine. One thing that he knew about Lorenzo is that he doesn't take defeat and shame lightly. And as a syndicate mastermind, Lorenz

Gregory responds and quickly walks out of the apartment, leaving me alone. Gregory may not be a serial killer disguised as a good guy, but he sure is crazy. What a nutcase! He decided to give me the entire furniture of the apartment just because he saw his past in me and wanted to be the friend he wished he had when he went through a similar situation. ***

Gregory is scared of only one person and that is Ruth, Craig's mom and she happens to be his only aunty from his paternal side "Fine, I can't talk to her, maybe Grace will cure your madness, let me get her for you." Hearing her name, he stood up, he hated that woman with everything within but he was only putting up with her because of Cathy "Where are you going?" "To send you out of my room and when is she leaving?" "You don't want to throw her out, if not you will also throw Cathy out." "Did Whitney tell you why Cathy didn't come?" Gregory laughed.

Damian said simply, going back to his files. “Not like this.” Gregory’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You used to look at your schedule like it was war. Now you sit there like you’re content.” Damian’s hand froze on the pen, the faintest twitch giving him away. He set it down carefully. “You’re imagining things.” Gregory smiled faintly, not buying it for a second. “Imagination’s a dying skill, son. You might try it sometime.” He turned toward the door but paused before leaving. “By the way, the girl — Evelyn, she’s good for you. She softens you.”

"Is this how you expect me to accept such a forced arrangement?" Gregory smirked, his eyes gleaming with a calculated cunning. "Consider it a warm reminder, Alaric," he responded, his voice laced with veiled threats. "A reminder that you should tread carefully, for the consequences of your actions can be severe." I stood tall, my voice unwavering, refusing to bow down to his intimidation. "I will not be cowed by your threats, Gregory," I declared, my words laced with a resolve that matched his own. "Love cannot be coerced or dictated by political alliances. I will not sacrifice my happiness for the sake of an alliance that lacks genuine affection."

I started laughing. "Oh, don't even get me started! She's your fan because you kept Hannah with her head down. But that slut Suzy only loves herself and only pretends to like me because I pretend to do everything for her," Gregory laughed. "I can't wait to get rid of her, I've put up with too much! Even my first wife's kids took off, nobody can stand Suzy." "But those two are really useless anyway, too straight-laced, they don't even seem like your kids. Where did they go?" I asked, because those half-siblings only served to help me get close to that idiot Hannah.

If I fall, does the person you've been betting everything on even have what it takes to take my place? As Gregory said that, he rolled up his pants leg, revealing a jagged scar on his calf. He gave Eleanor a meaningful look. "Would you want this kind of wound on his body?" Eleanor recoiled in fear, covering her mouth. Gregory set his pants down and calmly asked, "So, Mom, are you really willing to throw away everything you've worked for just for a daughter you abandoned long ago?" Gritting her teeth, Eleanor glared at Gregory. "Are you threatening me?"

Gregory looked at Damian the way powerful men looked at betrayal; they could no longer contain. Not disappointment. Not anger alone. Something wounded underneath the fury, because Damian had finally become the one thing Gregory could never fully control. And Gregory hated him for it. “You think love makes you dangerous?” Gregory asked quietly, though the calmness in his voice sounded forced now, stretched thin over rage he could barely keep hidden beneath the cameras surrounding them. “Love is exactly what weakens men like you.”