Opal X Greg Novels & Stories

He didn't shy away from looking at her from head to toe in what others might call an ambiguous stare. "Mr. D'Angelo," Elise greeted with a smile. Clinton D'Angelo was one of Ellison's business partners. The two had seen each other before, but it was many years ago. He was known for being a romantic man with a sexy Italian accent. He was handsome, tanned, and had tattoos peeking out from underneath his collar. Many people suspected that he had something to do with the Mafia. "Miss King," he took her hand and kissed it, and Kayden happened to witness this scene.

“Why?” “Because,” Greg said. “She’s a fucking skank who lounges around half-naked, flashing her ass and tits to the whole fucking world… and then she turns around and acts holier-than-thou when a man shows her some attention.” Olivia was stunned at the venom in his voice. He was looking at her now, his blue eyes blazing with hatred, and she was suddenly so afraid that she felt sick. “Did you show her some attention, man?” Dallas said calmly. “And she acted like it was nothing much?”

Greg called me just as I was riding out of the driveway. “Come on, here with your boring ass. I’ve got some of my sexy bitches lined up for you.” He offered. The only sexy bitch my mind was set on was her. “You want me to appear as your VVIP show tonight.” “You’re so smart. How do you know that?” Greg asked. Greg was a good friend but he was also a good businessman. “Do you happen to have any fggg available?” Greg paused on the other end before he stammered,

He paused and took a deep breath. "You don't know how happy I am that you asked me to touch you and if I could-" if you would let me "-I would touch you outside of that headspace." I looked at him in shock. "I feel the same way." I said, my head hung low. Greg always knew how to make me flustered and shy, it was one of the things I missed about him. "I will explain everything to you soon but what I will tell you now is that I am not a Lone Wolf nor am I a Gamma. I am-"

the man whom I presume to be Cristian said. So his name is Tate. I smiled to myself. A sexy name for a sexy man, Aura purred. I rolled my eyes and listened back in. "It's supposed to weaken her grace. Her power!" Greg finally said. This time it was my turn to be surprised. "Woah hold on! What power?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "You really are stupid. I don't know how you can't feel it. I don't know what rank you are but all I know is that you were not born an omega, Channing." Greg clarified.

“Who is he?” Greg roared, his face slightly twitching due to the intensity of his lividness. “What do you mean Greg?” Elizabeth questioned, Even though her heart was literally in her mouth. “You know what I mean. Who is the new man you are obsessed with, huh?”. Elizabeth starts to laugh hysterically and maniacally. Making Greg confused for a few minutes. “Don't be silly, there is no man and didn't you see in the reports that I got cured of my OCD and no longer obsess over men for a short period of time. I want a divorce”. She exclaimed fiercely.

Vern asked, pointing at Rex. “You askin for another slappin boy?” Greg said, rubbing his hands together greedily moving towards Rex, seeing Rex sitting there with a smile from ear to ear in defiance, Greg hastened his steps, “Ok then, you asked for it.” In the same way as before, Greg pulled his meaty hand behind him as he closed the distance between him and Rex, ready to unleash another blow, when he was the right distance away, Greg launched his hand around. He was halfway to hitting Rex, when faster than lightning, Rex launched himself onto his feet, quickly spinning in a circle, grasping the wooden chair on his way past, crashing it hard onto the side of Greg’s head, shattering the chair

We even received a partnership offer from a major international brand. At the celebration dinner, I unexpectedly spotted a familiar face. It was Glen King. He had been our classmate in high school and was now Colin's business partner. Holding a glass of wine, he looked at me with a bit of disbelief. "Seems like you've hit it big these days. I almost didn't recognize you." I smiled. "You're giving me too much credit." After chatting for a while, he suddenly changed the subject and brought up Natasha. "Oh, right. Natasha tried to sell me the last shares she still had in Rowe Enterprise a while back. I turned her down." Glen shook his head. "She's completely fallen apart."

Greg accuses me after I score again. “You’re just slow.” “I ride motocross bikes for a living.” “And yet your reflexes suck.” Greg narrows his eyes before immediately demanding a rematch. Three rematches later, I am laughing so hard my stomach hurts while Greg dramatically claims the table is uneven. “You’re unbearable when you win.” “You love me.” Greg sighed heavily. “Unfortunately.” Afterward, we wander down toward the pier carrying ridiculously oversized cups of lemonade while the ocean breeze rolls in around us. I lean against the railing overlooking the water. “This is nice.”

Perfectly put together as always—deep maroon lipstick, blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, a designer suit from Paris—but her eyes made it clear she didn’t like Liora. “My God, you’re still living here?” Isabelle said with a sneer, grabbing a croissant. “I thought after two years, you’d at least have the decency to leave.” Liora took a sip of water and didn’t respond. She was used to insults from this family. But this morning was different. Gregory set down his newspaper with a loud thud. “Enough! I want to talk seriously.” Xavier had just come down from upstairs, still fastening the buttons of his suit jacket.