Sloan's Daughter Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”

Sloane replied, her voice still carrying that bright, youthful energy Ryan remembered so well. Ryan quickly ended the call and stepped out of his office, eager to see the stepdaughter he hadn’t laid eyes on in years. The moment he entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Sloane was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone. She was breathtaking. A tight tube top barely contained her full, round breasts, and her cutoff denim shorts showcased long, toned, tanned legs and a flat stomach. Her long, silky dark hair cascaded down her back, framing a stunningly pretty face. Ryan’s gaze kept drifting helplessly to the deep cleavage spilling out of her top. She c

He wants to make sure that Sawyer has no reason to go after Alpha William, not that he'd have a chance to anyway. “Now that is very true,” Sawyer says, just as there is a knock at the door. Before Sawyer can respond, the door opens and a young girl and boy enter the room. She looks to be about eight and he looks to be around five. “We heard Uncle Roman was here,” the girl says. She looks so much like Althea that there can be no question that this is her oldest daughter, Sloane. “Oh, hello. I didn’t know anyone else was here,” she says politely. Althea stands and walks over to her daughter and son. The boy looks more like Sawyer than my father or brother.

Despite the inviting atmosphere, I could feel the tension radiating from both boys as we settled into our seats. "Thank you all for coming today," Dr. Sloane said, her voice gentle and professional as she looked at each of us in turn. She was a middle-aged woman with warm blue eyes and her hair pulled back in a neat bun to display a professional at work. "I thought we'd start with a general conversation so I can understand your family relationships better." Riley immediately positioned himself in the chair closest to the large windows that overlooked the hospital's courtyard, his attention was not fixated on a particular thing, his eyes kept moving, from the glass panes to the ceiling and th

I take off towards the room. Laying Sloan down carefully on the bed, I sit with her placing her head on my lap. “Sloan, you have to stay with me. I beg you, moon goddess, don’t take her from me. Please help her,” I pray, hoping the gods are listening. My mother comes in with the doctor walking behind her. I look up to them. The doctor looks baffled that we are fussing about a vampire until he realizes. “No way, in all my years, this has never happened,” he states, looking between Sloan and me.

Violet thought her mind was playing tricks on her when she heard Ryan replied “ No ,it is not playing tricks on you ” “ You heard that feminine voice right ? ” Violet asked startled to find Ryan beside her “ What voice ? ” Ryan inquired gently “ Her voice ” Violet asked pointing at the grave “ Quit acting dramas your mind must be playing tricks on you ” Sloan sneered sarcastically as she looked at her grudgingly “ I won't have you say such to my wife ” Ryan countered facing her “ You have no business here Mr Ryan Reynolds , I mean she is my daughter ” Sloan rasped

Diane sighed and said, “You treat me so well.” Sloan immediately teared up. She caressed Diane’s face, then she put a little more force. Diane yelped in pain. Sloan was laughing and crying as she said maniacally, “Yes, your father and I had treated you so well. Even our own blood didn’t compare to you. “Why weren’t you satisfied? Why… Why did you kill her? “My daughter’s dead! Do you really think I would let you live?” Diane pushed Sloan away in fear, but Richard pinned her against the table.

The closing doors no longer signaled new arrivals—only the quiet withdrawal at the day's end. The treatment room was still, cool, muted. Pale gray walls, medical cabinets neatly locked. On the table: a small stack of sterile cloths, alcohol wipes, and a portable ultrasound scanner. Sloane sat at the edge of the treatment bed in a sports bra, her left arm resting limp in her lap. Her shoulder was frozen in guarded stillness—but beneath the skin, pressure pulsed, the familiar tension she still hadn't let go.

If I were there, I would have puked too. I did not know where I was buried, but my entire body was rotten. Fortunately, my face was still recognizable. If not, no one could have recognized me just by the ghastly state my body was in. An hour later, Sarah came around. She looked at Brian with reddened eyes and said, "Was that Sienna?" Brian nodded. Sarah started to sob and exclaim, "What's going on? How could our daughter die? What happened?!" Sarah could barely breathe in the police station. The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body.