Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

He set up at the dining table without being asked… pushed everything to one side, opened three laptops simultaneously, plugged in a device I didn't recognise and didn't ask about. "Greystone," I said. "Property. Three hours from the city. Connected to a man named Elijah — I'll send you everything we have on him. Family owned, possibly registered under a different name." Dare nodded once. His fingers were already moving. "Give me forty minutes." The apartment settled into the particular tension of waiting. The kind that has texture thick and pressurised, the kind that makes people move quietly and speak in low voices and find reasons to be busy with small things because being still is unbeara

“No. I’m not offended at all. I beg you. Please go through with the wedding first, okay?” Amelia did not listen to Emerald. Instead, she turned to me. “If you still want to marry me, apologize to my mother. Also, you need to return the wedding gift to us!” Emerald’s relatives gave her an approving thumbs-up. “That’s right. You only have one mother. If your husband doesn’t behave himself, you can always remarry.” “I wonder what makes Jonathan think he’s so special that he’s worth an 880,000-dollar wedding gift.”

CHAPTER 8 Emily Black. Grey. Black. were the shades scattered across the Crest Mansion backyard. After the downpour, the only activity the guest could engage in was to come out onto the carpeted backyard of the Crest Mansion, which stood on top of the rocky outcrop with a magnificent view of the estates below.

"Our pack trade with the Greystone Dominion depends heavily on the High Alpha's satisfaction tonight." "The meat is fine, Lord Greystone," I replied flatly, keeping my eyes on my plate. "The Greystone Pack is facing severe shortages along the mountain passes, Caelan," Evander continued, turning his sharp gaze to Caelan. "We require a temporary reduction in the territorial transit tax if we are to clear the northern supply lines before the blizzard hits."

She scrunched up her face. "Nde, pass." He replied. "...but you didn't collect any pass from the person that just drove in." Rachel protested. "That's because she lives in the estate." He replied. "Ah, where is this place if I may ask?" She furrowed her brows. "Grand Residential Close(GRC)." The security guard replied. Rachel couldn't help but open her mouth ajar. "Mbo!?" GRC? The richest residential area; the highest social class of people lived there.

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.

"He built a home on that mountain land." By noon, the flat highway ended, giving way to steep, winding gravel roads that climbed high into the dense forests of the Green Mountains. The trees here were thick and wild, towering over the narrow road, blocking out most of the midday sun. A small, rusty metal sign appeared on the right shoulder, reading: WELCOME TO PINE RIDGE – POPULATION 420. Julian slowed the station wagon down, turning onto a bumpy dirt road marked Ridge Road. The road wound upward for two miles, passing quiet, abandoned wooden barns and thick patches of wild blackberry bushes. Finally, the trees cleared, opening into a broad, sunny clearing atop the hill.

“Right. Today, Gavin deflated all the tires on my car. I hope you know what you and your friends have to do?” Understanding Darren’s orders immediately, the drivers nodded obediently. With a sour snort, Darren was forced to drive his father’s car to Grand Hills. *** Grand Hills. An elite residential area that dominates the surrounding development. Those who come here are conglomerates who want a modern and luxurious residence. It takes a hefty bank account to buy even the cheapest unit here. Adrian and Gavin had just arrived at the lobby, where they were immediately greeted warmly by the staff, who invited them to sit in the waiting room.

She launched into a spiel as they walked, her voice calm and practiced. “Cedar Ridge Estate covers six thousand acres—meadows, forests, even a stream cutting through it. The house has seven bedrooms, eight bathrooms, full staff quarters, and both indoor and outdoor pools. In short, it has everything. And as you can imagine, a place like this doesn’t run on its own. It takes a lot to keep it looking perfect, every single day.”