Greys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After a while, he seemed to be having problems concentrating as my cries only got louder, frustrating him. “Shut up, will you? I’m trying to concentrate here!” he yelled at me. The door burst open, and a young woman with dirty blonde hair and striking facial features rushed in, alarmed by the sound of my sobs. She was stunning, with a slim figure and features that did not match Grey’s own. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that she was his step mother. I heard grey’s mom passed away when he was seven and his father married his mistress immediately after her death. She took in the scene; the devastated look on my face, Grey's cold demeanor, and her expression hardened.

I answered. Grey is both a best friend and a guardian to me. He's always there to support and guide me. It's always been me and him ever since his dad passed away. He's like a butler, willing to sacrifice his life for my sake. It was amazing yes, but sometimes, I just want him to live for his own. He lives as if the very purpose of his existence is my existence. Kind of extreme, if I would describe it. That's why sometimes, I want him to do things for himself and not for me. He suddenly put his hand in my forehead, "You're quite hot. Are you okay?" he said. I flick his hand off my forehead, "I'm okay" I said.

Seb nods, “It is.” Grey smiles, “These will be our rooms. I’ll arrange for furniture for your clothes and stuff. Let me know if you need anything and it’s yours.” Grey nods, then Seb sighs and pushes Grey up against the wall. He smashes his face into Grey’s, placing one hand on his neck to keep him where he wants him. Grey sighs and opens his mouth for his tongue. Their tongues almost melt into each other and they both groan happily in response to the other.

“Someone did that to me. I would never have lost balance. Someone pulled my leg from beneath the water and I-” “Did you fucking see who she was.” Grey barked and cut her off, his grey eyes turning into a shade of black. “No,” she replied curtly. “I would have killed her with my bare hands.” Her sanity slowly returned as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Was he trying to flirt with her again? “Enough of this pretence Mr.Grey. Enough of your made up attitudes. Stop acting like you care about me just because you want to get inside my pants. Look I'm grateful to you for saving me but this can never work between us.” She snarled.

I can here the strain from Greyson's voice. I look up and notice that Grey's eye color darkens to denim blue. "Are you alright?" I ask him while rubbing his chest comfortingly. Base on Grey Grey's expression, he looks like he's in pain rather than relax. "No." He whisper then he stood up so fast that I realize he's already in the bathroom once I came down from my shock. "What just happened?" I ask no one. 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

"Excuse me?" Grey took a step forward, stepping out of the shadow as he glared at me. "I said you look pathetic," he repeated, walking toward me with a predatory grace. "Walking around my palace, humming like a schoolgirl, grinning at the walls. It’s nauseating." "It’s called happiness, Grey," I said, my voice sharp. "I know it’s a foreign concept to you, like mercy or loyalty, but some of us are capable of feeling it."

The room smelled faintly of old books and the citrus cleaner the night staff used—the kind of sterile calm that usually settled his nerves. The email was short and anonymous. Of course it was. Cole snorted as he tapped it open, already knowing this was either a threat like the one Damien had received or something close. He flipped on his reading glasses and still squinted at the screen to read the full message. *Hello sir, this is a student from your school. I just wanted to report that Professor Damian Grayson is engaged in an improper relationship with a student, and I have gathered evidence of my accusation. I would appreciate if you reviewed the records without any bias and see from my v

A young woman? Grey scoffed in his mind. He could never see her as just that. Especially not after all these troubles she had given him. Then he thought of the council. The Everlasting Tree. The dragons. Stormfang. Everything resting upon one frightened girl who couldn't even stay inside a warm room. His irritation hardened into something colder. Something darker. "I hate this." Grey growled underneath his breath as he kept running. "I hate this contract marriage." Another step. "I hate this impossible responsibility."