Mrs Grey Novels & Stories

"What did you say?" Lucas demanded in a trembling voice, his eyes swiftly reddening. Miles steeled himself before saying, "Something has happened to Ms. Lucille. Members of Black Widow kidnapped her while she was on the way to the airport." "Why was she going to the airport? Didn't I tell her to reflect on her actions at home? Why didn't she listen to me?" Utterly infuriated, Lucas slammed a fist into the wall. Yelena, who was on the hospital bed, instantly paled in fear.

“Welcome to the Fieldston Women’s Circle, Kimberly. I hope you do enjoy yourself. And I certainly hope today is the first of many visits for you.” She smiled again before another member gently pulled her away. Vivienne leaned closer. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? I told you, we don’t bite here.” I laughed. The next introduction came almost immediately as we proceeded in—a petite brunette named Eleanor Whitmore, whose husband, I was told by Vivienne, owned one of the city’s largest architectural firms. She greeted me with genuine warmth. Then afterwards came Patricia Monroe, an accomplished plastic surgeon with an easy smile and infectious laugh.

"Excuse me. There's a woman here asking for the James party." Grey's father looked up. "We're all here." "She says her name is Mira Chen." The room went silent. Grey's fork hit his plate with a sound that was very loud in the sudden quiet. His mother's hand flew to her mouth. Diaman went completely still. And then she walked in.

Upon explaining his intentions, the nurse directed Grey to the hospital director, who also served as a doctor there. Dr. Amora Cristine was a young doctor who had achieved the remarkable feat of becoming the hospital director. Grey found a room with a simple yet elegant ambiance as he entered her office. Light blue walls blended with white, creating a serene atmosphere. When the hospital director looked up and glanced at Grey, her eyes widened for a moment before narrowing. She promptly stood up, revealing a beautiful brown-haired woman with a wide smile. "Mr. Grey? Grey Reed?" Amora appeared surprised, confirming his name with great curiosity.

"Stop sounding like this Bar Lady I met sometime ago…what's her name again?...umm…umm…Mrs Grey. Yeah, that's right, Mrs Grey. She wanted me to shave off my precious mustache" "Who is Mrs Grey?" "She is a lady who wants me to take off my mustache and entice her customers with my body and good looks. She told me if I agreed, she would not mind firing one of those who worked for her and take me instead." "She is a psycho, I would love to see her expression when she realizes she's asking the Alpha of Kenvy to attract customers with looks. By the way, have you eaten yet?" "Yeah, I had steak for breakfa

Ong declared at Grey’s back. “Good. Let’s go now,” Grey commanded, and started walking out of the room. Mr. Ong anyway bring his boss’s luggage going out of the hospital. Afterward, Grey got his luggage from Mr. Ong without saying anything, and he just opened the door of his house when his feet suddenly glued to the floor. His eyes widened in shock seeing his cousin and wife in the living area and sitting across each other, whereas she is crying about her husband while Warren comforts her.

he uttered. “Yeahhh!!” Laura cheered excitedly and clapped her hands like a little kid. “What? You can’t be serious! I don’t know what this witch has done to you all but I am not going to accept any of this. I won’t accept the whore nor will I accept her baby and that is final.” Mrs. Gray announced and then she headed for the stairs as well.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

Who does this stranger think he is? "Excuse me!" I yell. All attention immediate turns in my direction. I stomp towards them, dark hair flying all over the place, anger visibly shaking my frame. I nearly stop in my tracks when a particular pair of intense gray pools pierce me. How on Earth did God make a man this beautiful? ************ I try to ignore her. God knows I try. But seated just a few paces behind the dark haired siren, with the subtle knowledge that her plump lips are probably enclosed over a fork is enough to drive any sane man over the edge.