Lexie Grey Shows Novels & Stories

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”

Leila's Pov The surprised expressions on everyone's faces confused me. I'll ask Xander later, for now, Grey was tired. It was very obvious but his effort in hiding it was applaudable. I also didn't miss the look between him and Damien that I walked in on. “Alright. I'm satisfied with Grey's alive state. Let's give him chance to rest. Hera apply whatever you need to and Damien watch over him till he falls asleep.” ‘Meddler,’ Lea accused.

Jamie brought out a sealed document and handed it to Lexie, "That is a DNA result, Pictures, and videos with my grandmother since the day I was born and do you want to know a secret?" Lexie took the documents and opened them, she looked through them, and her face became pale as she flipped each page, "Shut up your mouth you liar!" Lexie tore the papers and picture into pieces. "I knew you were going to behave like this since you don't want me to stay with you then you can as well sleep in jail for a little while," Jamie went closer to Lexie, he played a video on his phone to her, Lexie's face held a shocked expression, she put off Jamie's phone and glared at him.

She had never shied away from the little disasters her trying out sometimes came with, and she was willing to take whatever risks necessary to find what she was looking for. Lexy was a gorgeous vampire with long flowing hair, piercing green eyes, and a lithe, athletic frame. She was always popular with the vampire lads at school, who were always competing for her attention. She, however, had no time for riff raff around her. She was too preoccupied with herself.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

*Lexie’s POV* I stand in front of Natasha's house, hesitating to ring the bell of the large countryside estate. My heart is racing, and my hands are shaking. I left everything behind in New York, desperate for a change of scenery and a break from my mounting problems. Natasha has always been my anchor, and I know she will understand. I take a deep breath and decide to ring when I catch Natasha running towards me already, as she opens the gate, I am engulfed in a warm embrace. "Lexie, my love! I'm so glad you're here!" she exclaims, her blue eyes filled with concern.

NARRATIVE In an exquisite villa in Erdington, a group of people sat around a large dining table, discussing over dinner. This villa was Chairman Grey's private residence and he usually used it to host private meetings such as this. The group of six comprised of the chairman himself and five others; Scarlett Grey _ his daughter, Aimee Brooke _ her foster mom, Finley _ his PA, Madame Freya _ a trusted top shareholder and close friend to his late wife and lastly, Lexi _ Scarlett's personal assistant and undercover hacker whom he had assigned to her.

Stopped. Lexie Choate was his actual dream come true, the best package Killian had ever seen. Holy shit! The top of her head just came to below his shoulder, a head full of streaky blonde curls. Gold-flecked hazel eyes surveyed him from beneath a fringe of thick lashes sweeping over creamy cheeks with a light dusting of freckles. She was busily tying a clean apron over a pink T-shirt and skinny jeans and smiling an apology to him with plump, kissable lips. Kissable?

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more