Mrs Grey Novels & Stories

Nikki and I then parted ways as she headed over to her desk. As I walked down the corridor towards my office, I quite literally ran into an overly fake yet undeniably stunning blonde, who had evidently just come out of Mr Gray's office. I didn't recognise her as someone I'd seen him with before, and she definitely wasn't Paige from Accounting. "Watch where you're going," she spat, her strident voice certainly not as attractive as her appearance. However, from what I'd seen of Mr Gray's dealings with women, the sound of their speech wasn't one of his main concerns.

There were a few small side conversations that continued in hushed tones, but they quickly died off and were replaced by an expectant silence. The iron-haired woman from earlier cleared her throat. “Right,” she said, her tone clipped. “Shall we continue?” I nodded, glancing back at Ryder and Tyler for their support. They each offered me a quick nod in response which was a small comfort. An Elder with soft gray hair that framed her face spoke up first. She wore silver-framed glasses that magnified her sharp eyes. “Miss Grey, we’d like to explore a few more points regarding your abilities. You said earlier that you rarely use them. Is that correct?”

I walked down the corridor, my heels clicking a steady, unyielding rhythm until I reached the double doors of Room 314. Standing right outside the ward, pacing back and forth with a crumpled tissue in her hands, was a middle-aged woman in a faded floral blouse. Mrs. Gable. The neighbor from the phone. She looked older than I remembered, her face lined with years of witnessing things she couldn't change. Her hair had gone completely gray, and she'd gained weight around her middle - the physical manifestation of carrying other people's burdens.

“You must be the new assistant.” I nodded. “Anita marshals.” A name I’d practiced saying a thousand times. Elsie Moorea had been buried the day I walked out of our home without looking back. The woman stood. “I’m Maya. Mr. Grey’s secretary. Follow me, and keep up. He hates waiting.” Walking past me, Her heels clicked against the marble as she led me past a series of glass-walled offices. I tried not to look like I was memorizing everything. the layout, the people, the subtle tension in the air, but I was. Every detail mattered.

She said as tears gathered in her eyes. “No, Marissa. You don't know what you're talking about. You have no idea about what's going on between your daddy and mommy. Eat your meal and let's get you to school." I said, running my fingers through her fine silky rows. "Mom said she—” "Good morning my Princess!" Mr Gray said, ascending the stairs as he approached us. He was clearly dressed for work, wearing a charcoal-gray suit that fitted him perfectly. His shirt was crisply ironed, and his silk tie was knotted neatly at his neck. His long, tousled black hair was swept back from his face, revealing his piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline.

Snapped Doctor Grey. Hannabelle looked up, looking into her eyes, Doctor Grey was in her thirties, short reddish, brown hair, average height and just a little bit curvy, but there was a kindness in her eyes and a gaze that told you she cared, even as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Did she even know why she was here? I moved closer to them and stood before Grey and his wife. My mother and father were also in the living room. “Hi, Lila.” Alpha Grey greeted, sniffing the air, obviously inhaling my scent. I could smell his intoxicating scent too, except it didn’t bring me comfort the way Oscar’s did. Ignoring Grey, I turned my attention to his wife, Morgan. She was stunning, with wine-colored hair, warm brown eyes, and delicate yet striking features. Her body, toned and graceful, was surprisingly fit for a mother of two.

she said and Mr Grey nodded, walking in and I followed him closely behind. "Longtime Mr Grey" Mr Max said descending the stairs and he reached out to Mr Grey for a handshake which led to a brief hug, they seemed to be well acquainted. "Indeed Max" for the first time, I saw Mr Grey smile and it suited him perfectly well, I wished he'd do that often. "And who's this pretty young lady here?" he asked staring at me in a way that showed he wanted more. "She's my personal assistant" Mr Grey said "Oh, I can still have her right?" he smiled stretching out his hands.

With all her wealth and our family's name, mommy could easily put off anyone overstepping her boundaries. However, today, Mrs. Grey plays the role of a loving and devoted mother. She has an angelic and charming natural smile, only seen within her compound and on a few occasions for the camera. Today Mrs. Grey dazzles in a long chocolate dress, revealing her curves to the public. I envy mommy for being 20 years older than I, yet looking like my age mate. Whenever in social places with her, people, including my friends, mistake mommy for my sister. Mrs. grey pushes aside her old age with a continuous workout. Mommy enjoys morning and evening runs. She participates in weekend hiking and hill-cl

We go to the car and proceed to go to the recruiting location, speed. As we arrived, I saw an old building that seems to be an apartment in the past. It looks like a horror movie setting seeing how eerie the vibe was. But despite that, this location is a perfect spot for a hideout. As we pass the hallway by hallways, we finally stopped at a big door that leads to the rooftop on the B annex. There, about 100 people were waiting and all of them are women. Dressed in black leather or just oversized. Most of them looked emo and some even looked punk. But one person watched my eyes. She was so different from others, seeing how she wears a casual grey top with blue jeans and a black beanie. She se