Mrs Grey Novels & Stories

I looked at the untouched laptop on my desk, clicked on a random spreadsheet to make myself look productive, and cleared my throat. "Come in." The door opened and Evelyn Cross walked in. Of course it was her, I had even expected her earlier She looked exactly the same as she had during the meeting earlier. Not a strand of dark hair out of place. White blouse. Black pencil skirt. Black heels that somehow managed to make almost no sound against the floor. I wondered if she floated instead of walked. She closed the door quietly behind her before turning to face me. "Mrs. Grey." There it was again, that title..I smiled politely but cursed under my breath. "You know... I'm beginning to think ever

After a while, he seemed to be having problems concentrating as my cries only got louder, frustrating him. “Shut up, will you? I’m trying to concentrate here!” he yelled at me. The door burst open, and a young woman with dirty blonde hair and striking facial features rushed in, alarmed by the sound of my sobs. She was stunning, with a slim figure and features that did not match Grey’s own. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that she was his step mother. I heard grey’s mom passed away when he was seven and his father married his mistress immediately after her death. She took in the scene; the devastated look on my face, Grey's cold demeanor, and her expression hardened.

“It’s Ms. Grey. Don’t repeat the same mistake in the future.” Octavia felt a pinch in her pride, causing her actress perfect smile to flatter and before long, the smile was gone completely. “You really surprised me beyond believe.” The noirette mused out loud as she examined the wine bottle she had picked up along the way, two champagne glasses sitting perfectly in between her fingers. “Daughter of Miguel Grey and CEO of Grey Enterprise- Ariadne… ah, wrong name… Alexandra Grey.” She snickered, her paramount amount of hate for the blonde mixed in the sound. Her gaze remained on the wine bottle, examining every corner and when she finally looked up, her smile was back on, portraying the pictur

Another heinous news. Mr. Anderson Whiskton, my rival, ever since my imminent downfall had risen to fame. I maneuvered into the parking lot and parked my car. Stepping out, I donned a black mask and a black face cap as I trudged up into the elevator and the bright white fluorescent hallway. A couple more turns and I was at Dr. Felix's office. I knocked and went inside. “Welcome Mr. Greyson.” He greeted me, “you may have a seat.” He gestured to the chair right in front of him and I took it.

"She's not doing anything, mom. Please stop it!" "And you're siding with her again! I'm your mother!" "She's my wife, mom! She's practically your daughter!" "No!" Mrs. Gray screamed. "I will never accept that woman in our family, Terrence! It should be Anne! It's only Anne who'd I accept. I won't accept anyone as your wife besides Anne. Remember that!" My lips parted as I watched Mrs. Gray walked towards the elevator angrily. I don't understand why she's so angry at me. Whenever she sees me she'd become furious.

A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable. Kaitlyn's eyes widened in horror before she burst out laughing. "You look like shit, Greyman! Did you die and refuse to resurrect?" Grey's scowl deepened, and he forced out a growl, "Fuck you, Kaitlyn." Just then, a pretty young woman in her twenties appeared from behind him, clutching the wheelchair. She had dark hair, striking green eyes, and a slim figure, dressed in camo pants and a bright yellow top. "Hello everyone," she said, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry he's late." Her eyes darted to Grey, who was still radiating hostility, before returning to the group.

she hissed under her breath, voice tight with frustration and shame. Her hands were shaking. It was too much. Too full. She was going to leak down her stomach. Her breasts felt like they might burst. She bit her lip hard, trying to blink back tears. Then came a sound she hadn’t expected. A door creaked. A step. She spun, heart skipping. And froze. Mr. Nathan Graye stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the room like a storm front, all dark slacks and rolled-up sleeves, eyes sharp and unreadable under thick lashes. She hadn’t heard the elevator. Hadn’t realized anyone else was still in the building.

An older lady came out of the back and greeted us. “Alpha! Grey! So good to see you!” She said giving them both a hug. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” She let them go and stepped back smiling. “Good morning granny.” Grey said. “Good morning Gwen.” Zayden said to her. “Take what ever seat you like.” She said turning to me and holding out her hand. “Hello. I am Gwen. I am Grey’s grandmother.” “Granny this is our mate, Everleigh.” Grey said coming to stand next to me and wrapping his arm around my waist. I took her hand and shook it.

Moments later, the peaceful silence of the Gray ancestral estate was broken by the low hum of approaching engines. Another convoy of sleek black cars glided through the gate, stopping in perfect formation before the grand steps of the mansion. The air shifted instantly; every servant straightened, and the children and grandchildren of the Gray family exchanged nervous glances. The door of the middle car opened first. One of the guards hurried forward, bowing as he extended his hand. From the car stepped out an elderly woman whose very presence commanded silence—Donna Gray, the matriarch of the Gray family.

- Edwards, you haven't come for a long time, why didn't you say anything? Gray looked disgruntledly at his best friend, who was coldly leaning back on the sofa. Gray Alexandra is the general manager of Queen's Group, which specializes in jewelry business, Ella's brother, and also has a hotel. This year 27 years old, 1m83 tall, handsome as a prince. Hearing Gray say that, Edwards' closed eyes opened, looking at his good friend coldly uttering three words that made the other vomit blood - Not interested.