Mark Sloan Lexie Grey Novels & Stories

"Ma’am? Is everything alright?" I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "It will be." ********** The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a quiet hiss. Lexy stepped out, a whirlwind of energy and elegance, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome counting down to chaos. She was dressed in a sleek, emerald-green dress that hugged her curves, her dark hair cascading in perfect waves over her shoulders, her lips painted a bold red that matched the fire in her eyes.

Patrick's POV I looked at Lexie, who had her back to me, bouncing in front of Rick's desk, looking distressed. She was a tall woman, despite the black sky-high heels she wore that elongated and outlined her legs. She wore a light gray skirt that went below her knees, fitting snugly against her slim but proportional body, highlighting her narrow waist and that perfect bottom that only a blind man wouldn't notice. The pink blouse that completed her outfit also hugged her body and highlighted her long black hair that reached her waist, cut in layers that formed curls at the ends, flying in all directions as she bounced. This woman couldn't be ugly!

When Skyler heard it, he roughly understood what Lexie meant. Even if he did not understand, he knew that it was not easy to pull off. His admiration for her grew. “This requires a high proficiency in computer skills!” Jim pouted. “Are you that good?” Skyler gave Jim a cold look, but he remained nonchalant. He just kept staring at Lexie。 Lexie replied calmly, “Oh, it’s no big deal.” Jim rushed forward, trying his best to get her attention. “Thank you for your help, Xixi!”

Out of the shower, Lexi dressed in a black and white striped shirt and a short, black skirt. Rather than put her hair in the usual ponytail, she brushed it out. Lexi made up her cheeks and eyes, then went downstairs. Her parents had both already left for work. Molly was snoring softly in her own bedroom.

“Well that was easy.” “More like agonizing.” We went back out to the living room. I sipped my water, slowly, wishing it was wine instead. “I’m going to the bathroom, can you pause?” Grayson asked. “Sure,” I smiled. “You two are really strange tonight, you know?” Lee spoke up. “It’s a girl thing,” Skyler shrugged. “A former drug addict girl thing.” “If you say so.” “Well, I do.” Grayson entered the room looking shaken.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

Levinia Wright casually announces, breaking the suffocating dark aura lingering around. "I would love to, Madame" Lexie smiles sweetly and is secretly relieved by the diversion. ****😔😔****

Jade didn’t seem to notice because though she was handling the fries preciously, it was a whole different scenario when they got in her mouth and she seemed very hungry… so I was right about small girls eating the most. Leah gave an excited Rachel a death stare before she decided to end the fight and pick up the duty. “Jade, mind telling us how you and Mr. Sloane know each other?” She instantly choked on a fry but I was fast enough to pass her water, even before she could reach hers, which was closer, and Rachel was now curious as Jade’s reaction had somehow confirmed whatever suspicions she must have had. I didn’t like this question at all. I didn’t know why they had to bring it up. I hated

A photo of me and Sloane hugging outside the shop, taken through the window, timestamped less than four minutes ago. The caption underneath it, already gathering likes, already gathering comments from strangers I would never meet, read: Sloane Grayson standing by her sister through everything,some families really do stick together no matter what the tabloids say. I stood there watching the comment count climb, three, then seven, then eleven, real people typing real words underneath a photograph of something that had never happened the way it looked. I put the phone away and looked back through the window one more time. Sloane wasn't looking at me anymore,she was already laughing at something

“The grey ones look better, and I like grey better than black.” Sloane raised her brow. “That's not the instruction, baby; it says black. It must be black. The academy doesn't joke with their rules.” “I don't care; pick the grey ones. The black is so basic and ugly,” he said. “Come on, Shawn,” she nudged him. “Taking the grey one will make us look different. We will stand out from everyone.” “That's exactly why I asked you to pick it,” he said, and Sloane's face paled in confusion. “We need to stand out from everyone in there. We're not the same as the lowlifes in there. We have to stand out, Sloane.”