Grey Anatomy Jackson Avery Novels & Stories

NARRATIVE In an exquisite villa in Erdington, a group of people sat around a large dining table, discussing over dinner. This villa was Chairman Grey's private residence and he usually used it to host private meetings such as this. The group of six comprised of the chairman himself and five others; Scarlett Grey _ his daughter, Aimee Brooke _ her foster mom, Finley _ his PA, Madame Freya _ a trusted top shareholder and close friend to his late wife and lastly, Lexi _ Scarlett's personal assistant and undercover hacker whom he had assigned to her.

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

Jackson turns back into a human body and rushes forward, grasping my arm and hoisting me to my feet as I sway back and forth, my legs feeling as though they are about to give out at any moment. “Shit, Raven, are you alright?” he runs his hands over me, checking for injuries. I tiredly bat his hand away. “The blood’s not mine,” I choke out. He exhales in relief. Hades, now human, and Marissa too, stand close by. Hades moves closer, his own eyes assessing the condition I’m in. Jackson immediately turns on Marissa. “I knew this would happen,” he explodes, “Raven managed to take two out and she’s an anomaly, you’re a white wolf,” he said, annoyed, “and you couldn’t even defeat one for fuck sake!

Hearing Jean they both stopped what they were doing and rushed to the girl on the door. "What do you mean? Didn't they already submit the autopsy report weeks ago? And it's not like we found any torture tools or new evidence recently. Then how come they find new evidence?" Mr. Gray nodded in agreement as Mr. Anderson spoke those words. "I don't know but a few days ago Dr. Aria told me that she was rechecking something in the dead bodies because of an uncertain doubt. Today she gave me this file and said that she found key evidence that directly points to Dr. Jackson as the murderer." Jean handed the red file to Mr. Anderson. He swiftly checked through the file with Mr. Gray. A wide grin curv

Asher watched as his uncle left in anger, he doubts this would be his last confrontation with his uncle on the topic, especially if Hargreaves Corporation is concerned. **** Jackson Jax Brown sat at the bar of Grey's lounge, an exclusive members-only bar in Greenwich Village, he is currently nursing a glass of classic martini, Grey's lounge is one of his and Asher's favorite places in the city. They practically owned the place, it was one of the small businesses they invested in, and it was the haven they could come and get drunk. "Wanna ease up on the alcohol?" Asher asked taking the stool next to Jackson. "Hey man, what took you so long?" Jackson queries with a goofy grin, he was getting t

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

Mom looked at the TV while dad came to the living room and sat on the couch. "According to the senior officer Jacob Hernandez's speech, the killer cut the victim's hands and tainted his face badly. " "The dead body is almost unrecognizable. But monpura police are trying their best to find his identity. We haven't gotten any information from the forensic department yet." I gulped the lump in my throat. I had watched many Korean psycho thriller movies where psycho killers kill people horribly. But I never imagined something like that would happen one day in my town. That was horrendous.

Marshall, that heartless piece of trash… I was still alive, and he couldn't wait to cheat, let his people and his mistress abuse my family, and even desecrate the dead! I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, barely holding back the rage boiling inside me. I pulled out my phone and was about to call 911 when Digby snatched it away and smashed it on the ground. "Calling the cops?" he sneered. "It's pointless! Mr. Gray will make the matter disappear." He pointed to a large pit nearby, which had been dug out for an artificial lake on the golf course. The bottom was filled with broken rocks and rusted steel bars sticking out at odd angles.

~Lexia "We could go out now, if you would like, to see the Pack," Grayson offers, after I had accepted the plate of bacon again, and finished it. He took the empty plate from me, and slid it into the sink. I glanced outside, shaking my head. "I don't think I could handle the heat." It's true. One step outside, and I'm positive I might faint. It's not because I can't usually handle the heat, but I'm still coming down from the effects of the drug Jasper gave me. Thank the Moon Goddess I didn't stay around to find or what he wanted.

Verias gave a slow evil smile. “What are we doing?” A low rumbling voice asked from behind them. Making both of them whip around and strike a defensive pose. They spotted Jackson Gray crouched in the high grass. His gold armor glinting amongst the wheat and wildflowers. His blue cloak calmly waving out behind him. Parting the meadow beyond him. His blonde hair shimmering like captured moonlight and his piercing blue eyes set on them disdainfully. The hard expression on his face was a distinct clue to his intention. He looked like death itself had arrived to collect them.