Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

I drag myself lazily out of the tiny bed we both share and head to the bathroom to clean up my face. It has been months since we graduated and getting up early is always my nightmare. After about twenty minutes of Elsa pushing me around, we head to work. The foragers' meeting hall which is what we decided to call the training Grounds is located in the farm reserve area of the compound, since we work closely together. On our way we pass the farmers trying to save the little crops we have left on the other side of the cattle gates. The situation is really getting bad, the crops do not look healthy due to lack of water and faint sun, all due to the effects of the bombs that fell years ago.

His daughter Rebecca would be having her graduation ceremony the following week, Kittridge is a New Yorker, a pretty nice and wonderful place. Not far from away was Palos Verdes, on the Pacific Ocean, which was where his spectacular new golf course, Kittridge National Golf Club / Los Angeles, was. He would be making regular visits and playing some golf, and the new estate homes overlooking the golf course and the ocean were just about ready. Which were exceptional beautiful residence.

“I swear, if I walk in and everyone’s staring at me, if I even catch Lisa smirking? I’m throwing this key in your smug face, Rowen.” I tapped the brake a little harder than necessary as I turned the corner that led to Hudson Street, where the gigantic fifty storey building complex of the Grayson Corporation stood. The chrome and glass tower sliced into the skyline like a dagger, clean and cold. The overhead signage gleamed in the morning sun in bold silver letters etched across the dark façade: GRAYSON TOWERS. My stomach flipped. I exhaled slowly, fingers loosening around the steering wheel. “Shit,” I whispered. “It’s real.”

Instead, the message was from an unknown number, but the content made my breath catch. "Miss Martinez, you are formally invited to Green Hills Estate with your friend for lunch tomorrow afternoon at twelve PM. A car will be sent to collect you and your guest at eleven-thirty. I look forward to meeting you. - Blackwood Maya practically snatched the phone out of my hands to read the message herself. "Green Hills Estate," she breathed. "Ivy, do you know what Green Hills Estate is?" I shook my head, but the name sounded familiar. "It's only the most exclusive property in the entire country. Thousands of acres of private land where only the Blackwood family lives. People have tried to buy propert

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.