Gregory X Vanny Novels & Stories

Well, it's their choice" Mike replied. The man turned to me still chewing the gum in his mouth making me wonder were he got that from with the whole apocalypse. "What's your name?" He asked turning to Gary "I'm Gary and he's....." "Name's Richard" I said cutting him short the second time today. He looked questioningly at me I just stared back and gave him the whatever look. The man kept looking from Gary to me. What was he thinking? I asked myself. "Well, I'm Mr Bryan" he said. Gary offered his hand for a shake but he refuse to shake it. "No shaking of hands for now" he said "who knows if you're hiding a bite he added in disgust making me hate him immediately.

‌ "Do you truly grasp the depth of our influence, Vanya? The lives intertwined with our designs? Spill this truth to Kevin, and the dominos will tumble, consequences echoing far beyond your imaginings." ‌ Vanya's laughter, though laced with defiance, held a thread of wry amusement. ‌ "Ah, Gregory, the allure of your power. It's almost endearing how you think it's unique to you." ‌ Their confrontation hung in the air, a blend of seriousness and the lingering echoes of whimsy that had painted their earlier exchanges. ‌ And then, as if embodying her defiance in its rawest form, Vanya's retort reached its climax. With a swift motion, she spat at Gregory's face, a gesture of defiance that punctua

I ran out quickly putting all the strength and effort I had until I reached the junction leading to the long route. I sighed trying to catch my breath. I didn't know I could run this fast. “ Fuck you, Annie”, I cursed still breathing heavily. “Hello, love”. Someone said and before I could look up, I was knocked out. *** DYLAN XAVIER I sat in my office looking at some files. I took out a cigarette and lit it putting it in between my lips. I thought of what to do with the girl who I had found out to be Annie Gregory the only daughter of Mr Connor Gregory. She wasn't that pretty but her eyes were a beautiful brown doe eyes.

“Tell me, how are you feeling? Truly.” Evelyn’s throat tightened. “Tired. Overwhelmed.” He nodded slowly. “Pregnancy will do that. But stress makes it worse. You mustn’t let gossip or noise trouble you.” Her breath caught. “You mean Vanessa.” Gregory’s smile was faint, but kind. “Vanessa thrives on chaos. Let her. She cannot touch what matters. And what matters is here.” His gaze flicked, almost tenderly, toward her stomach. “My grandchild.”

A neat solution to an impossible problem. "Whatever makes you sleep at night, Gregory." I pulled Vivianne's business card from my pocket. Slid it across the desk toward him. "From Vivianne," I said. "She is torn from grief. And chances are she will take this up as far as she can. Before she does that, buy her." Gregory picked up the card. Turned it over in his fingers. His expression darkened. "Doing that will prove Marcus had something to do with it."

Nonetheless, she could only smile and reply courteously, “Young Master Duncan, it’s been a while.” “Miss Xavier, your absence makes my heart grow fonder of you!” A wicked smile appeared on Garry’s face the moment he saw Yvonne. He stretched out his right hand. “I’m glad to have a chance to see you again!” “Previously, there was a small misunderstanding between us.” “But your business is my business.” “Let alone your connection with Miss Malone!” “Even if that’s not the case, I can tell you a secret today…” Garry deliberately lowered his voice when he uttered the word “secret”, which immediately attracted the crowd’s attention.

Xavier chuckles and holds his hand up in surrender. “I'll leave you two to it then,” Ramsey said and leaves, with the server following behind him once more. I'm left alone with Xavier once again who's watching me intently. “Who was that man?” I ask. “That's Ramsey Gordon, CEO of Taste. He's also the head chef.” “Oh…” I have more questions but I don't get to ask them because Xavier stands and comes around the table, grabbing my plate from the table. “Now this,” Xavier says, gesturing to the first dish, “is truffle butter filet mignon.”

Greg had yet to arrive by the time he made himself nauseous from the alcohol, and he dragged himself to the restroom. He washed his hands after relieving himself, thinking of calling it a night. Just then, Yvonne entered the restroom. She'd taken off her coat to reveal a silk spaghetti-strap dress that clung to her curves. It was sexy and sensual. Xavier had always been sharp-tongued. When he saw her reflection in the mirror, he snorted. "Have you given up being a celebrity to be a stripper instead?"

Lorenzo: The room smelled of aged whiskey and gun oil, the faintest scent of iron still lingering from the last time one of my men had been careless. Annalise sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, swirling the glass in her hand like she was trying to drown her nerves in amber. “She’s broken,” she said finally, voice low. “And Xavier’s breaking with her. You should be pleased. Isn’t this what you wanted? You can stand taller now. You need to drown yourself in drinks. Mind you, you don’t even need to keep roaming around her.”