Grey Anatomy Jackson Avery Novels & Stories

Grayson picked up the file and dropped it on Lewis’s desk. “So what is the verdict, Beta?” Grayson sighed. “Mark it down as a reviewed applicant. Send Malkovich a follow-up letter. Let’s see if his new ideals.” Grayson said as he started looking into the old database. “I have more important things to look into.” Before coming to the office, Grayson made his way to the lab and did a filing system on Ava’s DNA. He had the technicians make sure that she was in the database and what they had matched the files when she was brought to the were realm ten years ago.

Grey muttered at the back. "Here we go!" He yelled with ab evil laughter before driving out of the car garage, recklessly! "Henry!" "Oh my goodness, Henry! "You can just be calm, you won't die if you try that!" "I am dead!" We safely drove into the clinic and immediately got down, holding my waist and massaging my buttocks. When Grey came to meet me, I just started walking into the clinic. "I knew it was the worst mistake ever! The guy is clearly a serial killer or an assassin! I can't believe he did that," Grey lamented as he kept massaging his buttocks and back as we continued walking towards the room where the Alpha is.

His shrewd gaze behind his glasses makes me wonder what he’s thinking as he watches her simper and pout. “Why shouldn’t I be here?” She huffs. “The commander told me to come in to train, and I thought I’d check in with him about my charity auction next month. He was supposed to help me figure out the security and so I came straight from a magazine shoot,” she blinks, her fake lashes fluttering. “Why? What’s happening?” “Code Gray,” Reggie clarifies. “The commander has fallen, Agent Jackson.” Her whole demeanor changes as the air deflates from her body. “Oh God, no.”

Satisfied with himself, he quietly lies down on the bed and closes his eyes… Time to scare the shit out of these fuckers…. The Grishams were lazily sprawled across the room in the small hotel. Mr. Grisham was sitting on a chair flipping through the newspapers to see if there was anything mentioned about them or Charlotte. Mrs. Grisham was excitedly packing their luggage for the big move...and Archie…he was sleeping on the bed after tiring himself of the only toy available...the Rubik’s cube. And then someone knocks on the door… “Yes?” Mr. Grisham tries to sound brave but fails miserably.

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

“Mr. Chancer, did I say something wrong just now?” Jackson remained composed as ever. “Not at all. Mr. Grey is just always busy with work.” “I see,” Ruby murmured, though her worry lingered. After dropping Ruby off, Jackson returned to Carl’s downtown penthouse. While sorting through some company files, he heard the door open. When Carl walked in, Jackson’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Mr. Grey… is that…?” Carl shot him a cold glance and handed over a bag. “Send it for dry clean.”

“For Savannah.” The room felt too small, too bright, every sound suddenly too sharp. “For me?” she breathed. Grayson nodded. “It’s… your father’s medical file.” Savannah choked on her breath. “What?” Jackson’s expression darkened to something feral. “Show me.” Grayson hesitated. “Jackson, ” “Show. Me.” Grayson handed him the file. Savannah leaned in without thinking , and then wished she hadn’t. The screen glowed with brutal, clinical clarity:

A gun fires and for a moment everyone stops and complete silence no one moved or did anything as we watched Dwayne grab his chest and hit his knees. “Avery what have you fucking done?” Archer shouts. Avery stood over Dwayne. “Don't ever fucking dare me,” Avery tells him. Archer was so upset that his clothes tore to shreds as he shifted into his Lycan. “Avery!” Car after car pulls up and men with guns starts climbing out. “Kill anyone that tries anything, including the big bad wolf,” Avery mutters. I wasn't paying attention to what was happening with me until I realized Avery was getting farther away.

Troy snapped, but Jefferson ignored him and continued. “There was an accident in the lab that day. Tristan was leading the class, you know, because he’s unnecessarily intelligent. One of the younger students dropped their equipment, and a solution spilled. The glass shattered, and before Tristan could get out of the way, sulfuric acid splashed onto his coat and shirt,” Jefferson explained, casually flipping a page without looking up. Aiden’s eyes narrowed, "Was he hurt?" The question slipped out before he could stop himself.

It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV. "Come closer." He said.In my state of shock I did as he said. "Nicole Walker I presume." He knows my name. "Yes." My voice came out as a whisper. "My name is Alessandro Benavente. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially after it was brought to my attention that thinks to your intervention Im here ,alive." My brain was doing circles like hamster on a wheel. What was this, why did he bring me here. Was this his idea of "thank you for saveing my life"?.