Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

I want to request if you can give equal opportunities to the WillowRidge town people to be a part of this by going through their proposals and resumes for everything along with the people from out of town’ ‘Definitely’ he said. Just then 3 people dressed as perfectly as possible in chef attire arrived with food in their hands. They placed it on the table in-front of us. The dishes looked extravagant. They even made a plate for me. I was a bit shy and uncomfortable so I couldn’t enjoy the delicious food as much as I should have. I thanked Adam for his hospitality. Adam offered to drop me off which I said no to. He said his assistant and driver had left for the night so its just him who can dr

- Calla The old Greystone Estate was just as I remembered it: silent, neglected, and surrounded by a thick, protective wall of pine and brush. The small cabin was dusty and smelled faintly of mouse droppings and aged wood, but it was mine. No guards, no Marla, and no scent of Alpha Lucien Thorne. Just freedom, purchased with a ruthless transfer of money and a clean break from a destiny I refused to accept.

They were at the cottage on the lake. As she turned onto the dirt road - apparently paving had never been on the menu - a tiny thrill of excitement wriggled through her. At the fork in the short road, she turned left then circled to the right, and there it was. Camp Greystone as her mother used to laughingly call it because there were so many grey stones piled near the water. The cottage stood right at the water's edge, separated from the others in the row by thick stands of trees. Peyton loved it because it gave a real sense of privacy.

We go to the car and proceed to go to the recruiting location, speed. As we arrived, I saw an old building that seems to be an apartment in the past. It looks like a horror movie setting seeing how eerie the vibe was. But despite that, this location is a perfect spot for a hideout. As we pass the hallway by hallways, we finally stopped at a big door that leads to the rooftop on the B annex. There, about 100 people were waiting and all of them are women. Dressed in black leather or just oversized. Most of them looked emo and some even looked punk. But one person watched my eyes. She was so different from others, seeing how she wears a casual grey top with blue jeans and a black beanie. She se

Ridge Hall was discovered by the Sentinels. I tensed up. "Where?" "North cliffs, near the old silver mines." I gasped. Grayson and I used to go there when we were younger. The secret view over the valley. "It’s massive," Hugh said softly. "It appears that he has been constructing it for more than a year." One year. This indicates that Grayson had this planned well in advance of his return. "Why tell me?" Hugh appeared uneasy. "Because I think you should hear this from family instead of gossip."

He told her as he drove out of the compound and they set out for the grocery store. Creek Island is a small city in Yardstin. But when it comes to wealth, it is regarded as the third wealthiest city in Yardstin, with Lakeview topping the chart and Crescent Fall following right behind. Once they were off the main road, Simon drove down the streets with beautiful, tidy and good roads. The roads were adorned with canopy trees on each side forming a perfect shade from the sun. "Is the grocery store still far from here?" Paige asked about fifteen minutes into the ride.

Annonomous Grayclaw Ridge is a cesspool of debauchery. A werewolf city where those who want people to turn a blind eye do. The crime in this city is unlike any other and I have been summoned to do one of my favourite jobs. Tracking down a lowly human slave who has run off with a ruby ring of her master. Tut tut.

"We're approaching the perimeter, Boss." Liam lifted his gaze toward the windshield. A few seconds later the estate came into view. His eyes narrowed immediately. The place was enormous. North Ridge Estate stretched across acres of secluded land, surrounded by towering trees and hidden from public roads. From a distance it looked abandoned, but a closer inspection told a completely different story. Floodlights illuminated sections of the outer fence. Security cameras rotated at strategic points. Motion sensors were mounted near the entrance. And guards patrolled the grounds at regular intervals.

Emma likes the man. I watch as Nate walks out the door and notice the smattering of men in the backyard. Ridge has a large deck with a grill set up on the side, and two men hover over the area. Beyond that, in the huge green space of his yard, is a plethora of men — all tall, muscular, and hunky. There has to be at least fifteen people out there. Tabitha shakes her head watching me. "Katy will be so upset she missed this. Ridge has done a lot of hiring."

VOLUME TWO: BENEDICTION Ribs screaming in agony, blood dripping from her nose and lip, and her right eye swollen almost shut, Amy Tarcher stumbled through the Cattenach Ranch iron gate onto her best friend's property. Her legs cramped, barely holding her up, and the vertigo was screwing with her balance. Loose gravel over the brick-laid driveway grated under her shuffling flip-flops, but they were all she'd been able to manage when she'd fled home.