Novel & Cerita Mark Sloan Lexie Grey

“I’m Troy, by the way. I served in the Marines with Brock. I’m a college professor, now.” “Oh, do you like it?” Lexi asked. “I do,” Troy said. “What do you do for a living, Lexi?” “I’m a travel blogger and fiction writer,” she answered. “Oh, what do you write?” the black woman asked with interest. “Well, I’m trying my hand at romance suspense,” Lexi said shyly. “I have a manuscript written, but I haven’t found an agent yet.” “How do you know, Brock?” another white man asked. He was standing next to the fireplace.

This Lexie girl is stunning. Her long blonde hair falls in soft curls down her back. She has blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. I easily got her to understand that she had slept with Takoa. I mean, she looks like a walking Barbie doll. ‘Look, I get what you’re insinuating. You are not the first she-wolf to try and intimidate me. You probably won’t be the last. I’m honestly not in the mood.” I give her a completely unbothered look. Lexie and her friend stare at me. A completely baffled look on their faces. I feel Takoa press a hand on the small of my back. I feel a warm glow when his hand makes contact with my skin.

Stanley said in confidence. As we hurried down the darkness a speck of light came into view along with the sound of weeping. Running the remaining way my eyes widened seeing Lexi with a blood-stained face and Sloan on the dirt floor with his neck bit savagely. Lexi's t-shirt was torn open and I had my suspicions that Sloan had tried to take advantage of her. “You are safe now, my brave heart,” I told her with a soothing voice and lifted her into my arms. She was shaking uncontrollably and breathing erratically.

"It's why we're here. We need a hacker. Trevor told us Sloane has the best tech people," "What about the mortals?" "We need someone with animal speed. They didn't make it past the third wall. I think they were using a vampire to setup their shit," "You would be correct, Alpha Jaykob," Sloane comes down in a black satin dress that compliments her body perfectly. Her chestnut brown hair is down for the first time since I've met her and it makes her lime green eyes that much prettier. I press my lips together trying so hard not to laugh. She has my brother's undivided attention.

Everly Shaodws is an interesting girl. She’s a lycan, but I sense there is more to her than meets the eye. She’s incredibly beautiful with her unique hair color and swirling grey eyes. She’s about a head and a half shorter than me. Everly has clearly captured my brother's attention, and how could she not with her beauty.

She leaned back on her seat and sipped from her glass with a smile on her lips. “You really want to bring me down this badly?” “You can't imagine.” “Well, I'm no longer shocked at whatever shit you do. Considering that all you know how to do is bring people down just like you did with Melissa a year ago. You almost killed her, why? Because you were jealous?” “Noah!” “All I'm saying is the truth and I'm warning you, Genevieve Gray. If you don't stop this, you are going to get burnt in YOUR OWN FIRE.”

[AGATHA NGUYEN] I pulled out a wrought-iron chair for Lexie, a soft smile playing on my lips as she sat down. She had changed into a simple, oversized knit sweater that slipped slightly off one shoulder, her hair still damp and curling naturally from the shower. She looked breathtakingly soft, completely stripped of the Hollywood armor the world usually forced her to wear. "Better late than never," I murmured, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the crown of her head before taking my seat opposite her.

"She is supposed to be dead." "Open it," Lucian said. Two minutes later she walked into the War Room like the five years had been a minor inconvenience. Sloane was not tall. She did not need to be. There was a quality to how she occupied space that made the room smaller when she entered it, a density of attention that reminded me of Gavin at his most controlled, which was the most dangerous version of him. A scar ran from her left temple down to her jaw. Her tactical gear was unmarked. Her eyes were the specific gray of someone who had stopped being surprised by anything a long time ago.

Jax's POV “I’m not sure what’s more dangerous, Sloane—the fact that you’re standing on my doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm, or the fact that I’m actually considering letting you in.” I pulled the door wider, the cool, damp air of the Silvercrest night rushing into the foyer. Sloane stood there, looking nothing like the porcelain ice queen who had tried to dismantle Lila in the gymnasium. Her blonde hair was damp, clinging to the lapels of a trench coat that looked far too thin for the weather. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her usual mask of Manhattan perfection cracked down the middle.