Post It Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

“Really? Which mark? Are you sure?* I touched my neck like I could see it before picking my phone off the table. I unlocked it and tapped on the camera, opening the front one. My face came into display and immediately I turned my neck towards where the camera was. Right were Gray's mark was supposed to be, I couldn't see anything. I brought the camera closer to take a closer look and that was when it became a bit clear. It was still there, but it had faded like it was never there. “Oh my God….. the mark Gray forcefully placed on me is fadingggg.” I squealed in excitement as I examined the mark over and over again.

Her phone vibrated. A notification. Then another. Then another. She frowned, confused, and opened her social media app. Her name was trending. Not loudly. Not boldly. But enough. Clips. Posts. Short videos. “Greyson Marriage Under Question” “Is Mrs. Greyson Temporary?” “Sources Say Marriage Is Contract-Based” “Doctor or Wife?” Her chest tightened as she clicked one. A familiar photo stared back at her — her standing beside Damien at the dinner. Her smile caught in a moment that wasn’t joy or pride, just survival.

having to watch all that. So like I'm a crazy fan of Grey's Anatomy and I've watched shitty things like this. I've seen every reaction or mood whichever doctors use to deliver news or to just pass a message. Meanjng every time when they came to check on Vee and discovered that shit was "still the same" I would get those "get ready" looks. The ones that was going to put the biggest decision of my life on my shoulders. They didn't say it out loud.. but I could see it. Three days later since I heard about the accident my fiance was involved in that happened not to actually be an accident. I was sitting next to her bed yet again.

It was during one of their late-night pillow chats, a couple nights before Thanksgiving, when Grayson informed her about the fertility clinic he’d found. This came as both of them still lay panting in their post orgasm bliss after their game that night had involved a good old fashioned vibrator. They lay side by side, his fingers skimming over her naked body leaving goosebumps behind as he spoke.

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.

I said to myself, putting my hands on my hips and lifting my chin. “Watching too much Grey’s Anatomy again?” Bonnie asked, and I glared at her in the mirror as she stood in the bathroom doorway, interrupting my power pose. It didn’t really matter as I was out of time anyway, but even a few seconds standing like that could make a difference in my confidence levels. “There is no such thing as too much Grey's,” I said before taking a deep breath and letting my arms fall back to my sides. “Heard you two put on quite a show this morning… lots of sexual tension.” Bonnie fluffed her hair in the mirror before winking at me. “Some of the others have started a pool on how soon before you get fired for

The door closed again. The noise became softer. But her heart was beating hard. Why does this feel like my life is not mine anymore? She slowly walked back upstairs. Her stomach felt slightly uncomfortable again. Not painful. Just tight. She placed her hand there for a moment. Maybe I am just nervous. She sat on her bed and turned on the television. All channels were talking about the same thing. Grey Group. Harrison Grey. Mystery woman. Her name appeared on the screen again. She quickly lowered the volume.

Nick , jeez, I barely could feel my ears that day. Gray is up. He averts his gaze to the door and our eyes meet. He smiles at me and I walk in. The doctor said he'll be discharged the day after tomorrow. I close the door as Manny looks up from his magazine. " Hi, Manny." I greet him and sit next to Gray. " Hi." He replies with a smile. " Hey, babe." Gray says as he holds my wrist. " You look a little pale." I tell him and touch his neck.

“T-the…the t-truth i-is—” “What’s going on? Why are you guys being all weird and tense?” Edward and Zia both had their attention shifted by the TV. And there stood Gray, yawning with her hand scratching her stomach. The upper part of her white hair grew a resemblance to a bird’s nest. “G-gray,” called Zia, her eyes welling up. She stared intently at her. “Help,” she thought to herself. Gray also stared listlessly back at her in return. And after the two shared glances, Gray had finally gotten the message behind her stare.

My breath hitched as the agony intensified. Grayson. The sheets were in disarray by the time he was done, and I had worked myself into a sad, muffled sob. Gray’s eyes had a certain intensity, a twisted interest that made my skin crawl. As I let go of his arms, I glanced down and saw bloody incisions across my midsection, forming the shape of his name.