Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

Envy I couldn't find fault with the security surrounding Grey Peak. Their preparations started on the border of High Valley with checks there and then again as we crossed into the Grey Peak territory. Inside there we had several more stops and directions down different roads as we were guided to a lodge or inn outside of their residential area. It must be used often for guests as the rooms were modern and well appointed with plenty of staff to assist visitors.

This complete lack of devastation sent her into a frantic spiral. "It is the truth! I am not baring false teeth this time!" she shrieked, her scent turning sour with panic. "Echo Ridge Villa is located just past the southern ridge. If your wolf is so brave, go scent the territory yourself!" Echo Ridge Villa was one of the ancestral estates Lydiasa Hawthorne had presented to us when Andrew and I first joined our marks. Lydiasa had taken me across the high valleys, letting my inner wolf select a territory property to claim and establish as our private mating den.

Adam was halfway through his review of Havenridge’s updated financial reports when Melissa suddenly pushed open the office door; her expression dark. He didn't need to ask to know something was wrong “There’s a problem.” Adam placed the document down on the slightly arranged desk, “what kind of problem?” “Riverside Heights.” Adam frowned slightly. Out of the six properties managed by Havenridge, Riverside Heights was one of the larger residential buildings. While it wasn't luxurious, it was one of the most stable ones… Or at least it was supposed to be.

Chapter 120: The Ridge Sentinel The storm over the Hudson Valley was really bad at midnight. It tore through the pine trees that lined the steep road to the ridge. The armored Escalade drove through the storm, its windows getting hit with rain as it made its way up the final mountain turns. After the corporate wars in Brussels and the problems in the French Riviera, going back to their private place felt more like a military deployment than coming home.

A fuse next to an open flame. Talia nudged me with her elbow. “Hey. The world isn’t always fair. But we can sneak off later. See the cliffs at dawn?” “Yeah,” I said softly, forcing a small smile. “I’d like that.” 🜃 Arrival Greystone was hauntingly beautiful. Mist clung to its dense pine forests like shrouds. Massive black cliffs jutted into the sea, battered by roaring waves. Atop the highest bluff loomed Greystone Keep, the academy’s ancient fortress, built from dark stone that drank in the sun’s weak morning rays.

"But we're getting closer. Keep moving." We moved to the next location, a series of small houses used for shady dealings. Each one was a potential hideout, and we searched them all leaving no stone unturned. The hours blurred together as we moved from place to place. Finally, we reached a larger compound, heavily guarded. This had to be it. We regrouped, going over our plan one last time. "Remember," Prez said, his voice steely. "No one gets in our way. We find Vick and bring her home."

Lavielle Marrowen sat perfectly still in the quiet of her eleventh-floor office, a fresh cigarette burning low between her fingers and the city bleeding into gold behind her. Greystone’s skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, washed in early evening haze—cars humming, scent trails curling from rooftops, the buzz of summer heat just thick enough to taste. But inside, the temperature never changed. Inside, the room was sterile, sealed, and hers.

Travis closed his eyes, relaxing his furrowed brow, and casually replied, "The contract hasn't been signed yet, but I've already verbally terminated it." The old man nodded silently, organizing the documents in his hand. As the car left the main urban area of Bloomington, it drove toward the foot of the Green Hills. Green Hills got its name from the green mountains surrounding it. With three sides embraced by water and one side surrounded by mountains, it was an excellent geomantic treasure land. Despite being a relatively unknown small town, Green Hills boasted the most famous wealthy estate community in the country, One Green Hills Manor. Those who could reside in One Green Hills Manor pra

“This is just for Moonstone. Now hush.” I couldn’t tell him the truth. That his father’s choices had left a wound too deep to ignore. That trust didn’t come with shared blood, not anymore. The High Ridge was windswept and raw, perched on the spine of the Moonstone lands like a crown. Here, the trees thinned out entirely, giving way to bare rock and hardy grasses that clung to cracks in the stone. The wind came in steady currents, lifting the edges of cloaks and carrying the mingled scents of pine, smoke, and something older—something wild.

The ridge he pushed against barely budged. “I’ve seen your prick before,” Zane said even as his mouth watered. Trey rubbed his hand down and up again. “You haven’t seen my prick like it is tonight. Trust me, you’re going to beg to give me a blow job.” Zane shuddered as Trey’s tongue swept around his lower lip. Dragging his attention back to the street, he gripped the steering wheel white-knuckled. Their neighborhood in Cambridge was residential, many of the old three-story houses providing rentals for students. Short on driveways, parallel parking was the norm. Miraculously, Zane got the Mercedes into its spot with one try.