Gregory Fnaf Age Novels & Stories

They would go to parties together and hang out as a group with Anderson and Erick, amongst some others of Greggory’s friends from Moon-Valley. Jess looked up to Greggory as well; he was about 5 years older than us and one of the youngest Alpha’s known. His father passed away at an early age from a fast-moving and rare disease. Greggory took over as Alpha at the young age of 15. Which is something we strongly admired about him.

"Perhaps I have to go overseas. Just like that for a year or two. But I can already see my father's stress levels in the red." "Jeez Erick, your dad can't decide for you," Gregory said. "You're almost eighteen, my boy. Ready to stand on your own two feet." "You obviously don't know my father," I grinned. "You're right, I don't know him." There is a strange glint in Gregory's eyes when he says this, but he picks up his book again and I forget about it. Two days later I crack Challenge 4. And three days later I take a maths test for the very first time in my life.

He even had a dimple when he smiled, and I suddenly had the urge to go and choke him to wipe that damn smile off his face. I took a few deep breaths in and out to calm myself. Don’t act rashly, Kayla. Stick to the plan, I chided myself. Then I looked back to the blonde-haired guy who I knew was Gregory. He looked as if he was in his mid-twenties, but I knew he couldn’t be. If he was, he should have been a teenager himself when the attack took on my pack and from the level of power he had then, he couldn’t have been that young by any chance. He sure must be using some of his illegal magic to preserve his youthful looks. The nerve!

"No, where you're at is fine." "Okay then, I left off with the king's final visit with the first Hybrid. He was in his seventies at this point." "Wow, after all that time, huh?" I yawn and she giggles. "This will be my final journal entry, as the illness has finally taken its hold. I made my visit to Gregory. He's easily in his fifties, but still looks like a young teenager. It never ceases to amaze me how slow he seems to age compared to me."

“Long enough.” “You let them burn the bodies,” I said. “You stayed gone for four years. You let your daughter believe—” “I know what she believed,” Gregory said. The lightness was gone from his voice. Something older and harder underneath it. “That was necessary.” “Necessary.” The word came out with everything I felt about it. “She was nineteen years old. She was—” I stopped. Because some of what she’d been through at nineteen was not mine to say in front of the man who claimed to be her father.

”What do you know? “Well,”I look at Gregory then back to my father.”Gregory Densmore,29 years old,he is the CEO of Atlantis Civilization.He has an older brother who's 32,”I hesitate.”I think he's 32.Ummm…both his parents are alive and…"That is all I was aware of. "I think that's enough.” “That is not enough to walk into marriage,Emillia!”Father objected through clenched teeth. I get ready to argue but he diverts his attention to Gregory.

Cillian Cillian, Kinsley, and Gunner (15 years old) Reagan (14 years old) “What the fuck happened to you, Kensington? You look like a starving vampire.” Kinsley’s cheeks are hollow and dark circles surround her eyes. Her long black hair curtains the sides of her face making her features appear more gothimal even without make-up.

Smiling, she asked, “Mr. Gregory, are you writing an essay over there?” “Just about done,” he replied casually. Annabelle didn’t press further and closed her eyes to rest. Kendrick had just finished editing a post. After reviewing it and nodding in satisfaction, he hit “publish.” His little bunny was usually too low-key—and still so young. Just by her looks, she could pass for a high schooler around seventeen or eighteen. A few days ago, a family newly moved into their community, just back from overseas, with a teenage son still in high school.

"My name's Orin and I'm Gregory's assistant." It takes a second to process. "Gregory has an assistant? How old are you?" "Twenty-nine," he says with a strange bit of defensiveness. "How old are you?" "Huh. You're older than I am. Sorry, you just look so young, and I just—" I shake my head. "I'm being rude." "If rudeness bothered me, I wouldn't be working for Gregory." I laugh lightly. "Good point." "He instructed me to meet you here. I understand you have some lists of items you might need?" He glances around the sparse kitchen. "I have a few shopping ideas if you wouldn't mind a little initiative."

The other woman started to chuckle. "So she's like her mother." "Very much so but she has some of her fathers personality and looks as well. I'd like to believe she's the best of both of us. I'm glad that your boys aren't planing to fight over who will be Alpha. Then again their still pretty young. If memory serves correct Dominic is six, Andrew is eight and Gregory is ten now correct?" My mothers friend nodded. "Yes. I know their still young but I honestly don't see them fighting about it all too much in the future. How about you are you and Robert trying for another?" I looked up at my mom. Did they want another baby?