Greys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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."

He took it as a win. The whispers started before he even fully closed the portal tab. “…Grayson’s favorite gets another A, big surprise…” “…must be nice riding professor dick for grades…” “…wonder what special treatment he’s getting in office hours…” “…but a C from Hargrove? Guess the favors only stretch so far…” Lennon’s pen froze mid-tap. Heat surged up his neck, hot and sudden, threatening to choke the life out of him. Fury coiled tight in his chest.

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."

But that wasn't what caught her attention, it was the fact that the said girl was seating in a wheelchair, The girl seemed to notice her line of sight because she rolled her eyes in aggravation. "Who the fuck is this? Another one of your many accomplishments?" "Cora!" The woman screamed reproachfully. "What!" The real Mrs Grey sighed and rose to her feet, turning to face Maya, "I apologize on behalf of my daughter, she's not always like this. I'm Esther Grey," She stretched out a hand, Mays quickly crossed the room, gingerly accepting the hand, "I've heard a lot about you, I'm actually one of your biggest fans!" She squealed in excitement, "My name is Maya. Maya Greene."

When I managed to take a decent breath I tried to push him away. “Get.Off!” I yelled but he was to strong he did not move an inch. “Pity.” He said running his finger down my cheek over my jaw and to my collar bone, tearing the sleeve of my dress he’s green eyes shining with a sick pleasure. “I would have let you live if you were not Scarlet Grey daughter of the town sheriff and my sister best friend but since you are,” He trailed off watching the salty tears fall from my eyes as I realized what he meant. He’d kill me! He’d rape and murder me!

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"