Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

She was going to save those boys. Luckily, all the cops seemed to be elsewhere as she flew up the winding road to Stone Mountain Ranch. Mia racked her brain trying to come up with a valid reason for Grayson and Alexander to be at the ranch. Stone Mountain Ranch was a local horse ranch with nothing particularly special about it. It was said to be owned by a billionaire, but that he was almost never there. It was more of a local rumor that a billionaire owned the place than an actual fact. Even the name of the supposed billionaire owner changed based on who was telling the story.

Once they were in a cab, Ruby opened W******p and sent a message to her grandson. Grandma wants to go home and get some clothes. What's your address? The contact saved as Grandson quickly sent back a location pin, followed by another message. I'm almost done with work. Where are you? I'll come get you. Ruby tapped the pin and froze. What? The Summit by the Ridge. Isn't that the Knight Estate? She wondered. That area was legendary in New York City. Tucked halfway up a hill, the entire community stretched across 500 acres, with the Knight Estate alone occupying more than 300.

NARRATIVE POV. Sheriff McKenna stood in front of the house listed on the card in his hand, checking the number to be sure he had the right place. 1388 Moonstone Drive, Greystone, CA 09101. He looked up at the burgundy cobblestone cottage, sitting alone in the middle of what felt like no man’s land. On his drive here, he hadn’t passed a single home, only a few scattered stores along the road. Down the street, there was only an empty filling station in sight, its neon lights flickering blue and red against the darkening evening. Beyond that, nothing stretched for miles, but a lonely road lined with winter-struck trees, their branches dry and bare, as if withering away.

Against my better judgment, I nodded and allowed him to lead me away from the fountain, out of the house, and to his waiting car. The drive was mostly silent, with Lucas occasionally glancing over at me with an expression I couldn't quite decipher. As we traveled further from the Grey estate, my curiosity grew. Where could he possibly be taking me? Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, the car came to a halt. I blinked, taking in my surroundings with growing wonder. Before us stretched a pristine, secluded beach - empty save for the two of us. "It's a beach house," Lucas explained as he came around to my side of the car. "Owned by the Greys, though I don't think

she murmured, hugging her daughter tightly. "Very good." Vicky said and pulled away. "I had thought I would stay a little longer at Robert Fin's place but I thought otherwise. I miss you and daddy." She confessed in a whisper making Mrs Greystone chuckled, "well I missed you very much too, baby." She added smiling and kissed her daughter's cheek lovingly. "There you are." Mr Greystone said, descending the stairs with a broad smile on his face. "Good to see you, Darling." He greeted kissing both her cheeks.

Ernesto glanced at the sleeping Karsyn, her hair still wet and yet she slept like that, it would be strange if she wasn't running a fever! Awkwardly, I picked up the towel that Karsyn had thrown on the seat and then put it back down. Ernesto turned his face away, looking at the receding scenery outside the window, his lips pressed into a thin line... Irvin glanced discreetly through the rearview mirror at Mr. Martinez's actions and couldn't help but feel worried for him. Skyline Apartments, located in the heart of Goldmoor, is a luxurious residential area with elevator access and one unit per floor. The security and privacy are both excellent.

The silence that followed was worse than the noise. Outside, the mountain pressed close on both sides of the road, all tall pines and black shadows. Fog crawled low over the cracked asphalt. Somewhere far off, something metal creaked in the wind. A sign leaned crookedly near the ditch, its white paint peeling around the words: WELCOME TO GREYSTONE POPULATION: 1,904 Under it, someone had spray-painted in red: LEAVE WHILE YOU CAN. I stared at it for three full seconds.

There was just two groups of people who wanted the same thing and had run out of words for it. Greywood territory was smaller than Silverborne, tucked into a valley between two ridges, the kind of pack that survived by being tight-knit and careful. The estate was modest and well-kept, and when we arrived the yard was too quiet. The kind of quiet that meant people were inside watching from windows instead of coming out to greet.