Mark Sloan Lexie Grey Novels & Stories

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

"And I want to know who else is in contact with Serenity Grayson's legal process." The investigator said he would have a full report by the end of the week. The third call was to Sloane. Sloane answered on the first ring, which she always did when Cordelia called,Cordelia had noticed early on that Sloane was one of those people who was always slightly auditioning and always performing the version of herself she believed the person on the other end of the line wanted to see,It was a useful quality in certain contexts. In others it was exhausting. "She came to the building this morning," Cordelia said, without greeting.

“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.”

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”