Sloan's Daughter Grey's Anatomy の小説・ストーリー

She quickly glanced at me. “Do you have her credentials? Her IDs, passport? No. And the hospital will immediately flag it as red, which means unnecessary questioning and paperwork, and guess who isn’t going to be happy and will find more reason to cut you off?” She allowed the silence to pass through, where I didn’t have to think about the person she was referring to. Grey. She passively smiled. “Yeah, Grey. And besides, it’s just high fever. If I can manage to bring it down, she will regain consciousness by morning or tomorrow midday.”

For the rest of the day I zone out most of what is going on around me as I try to find a way out of this meeting with the King. There is no way that I can bring myself to meet him. I value my life far too much to put it in danger like that. As we finish packing up and preparing to leave the following morning I find myself with little to share as I spend all of my time focusing on trying to find a way out. "Sloan? Have you heard anything that I have said lately? I am used to women being quiet around me but not having them zoning out while I speak." He says finally capturing my attention.

Across the table, Sloane sat perfectly still, a strange, unreadable look flashed in her eyes before she quickly masked it. "Why me?" The question slipped out before I could stop it. Neither of my parents answered right away, that silence hurt worse than any words could have. We all knew the truth. Sloane was the beautiful one and their favorite. The sister people noticed the second she breathed, if a billionaire dynasty wanted an alliance with the Graysons, choosing Sloane made perfect sense. Mom cleared her throat, breaking the heavy quiet. "The original contract specified the eldest daughter." There it was.,so it wasn't because the Cranes wanted me, I just happened to be born first, a tran

Night had already fallen when I walked out of the office. My phone buzzed. Sylvia had sent me a provocative message. In the photo, Grayson had taken over the entire hospital and gathered all the top specialists for her treatment. [Jade, the one who isn’t loved is the true third wheel. You two aren’t even married yet. I still have a chance!] As I looked at Grayson’s anxious expression, something in my chest tightened. That expression was all too familiar to me.

"Thanks, Suzan. I'm sorry for the trouble – I know you have you have enough on your hands with Damien." She waved away my concern. "Nonsense. I'm happy to help." Her eyes crinkled with affection. "Now, eat up. I need to check on Damien." I nodded gratefully and began eating, relieved that my stomach seemed willing to cooperate this time. After finishing, I settled onto the plush sofa and started flipping through channels. A familiar intro caught my attention, and I couldn't suppress a delighted squeal. "Grey's Anatomy!" "Emilia?" Damien's deep voice called from the doorway. I turned to see him standing there, one hand gripping his stick.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Six hours in a waiting room that felt like a lifetime. I didn’t sit. I paced the grooves into the floor. Grayson kept replaying every choice we’d made, irrational guilt clawing at him. When the surgeon finally emerged, mask pulled down, exhaustion lining her face “She did beautifully,” she said. I crumpled. Actually crumpled. Grayson caught me before I hit the floor. “She’s stable,” the surgeon continued. “Strong heart.” Strong heart. It felt symbolic. Our daughter came home three weeks later.

And then she'd looked at that grainy black-and-white image — six tiny impossible heartbeats — and understood that the choice had already made itself. She finished her degree. She had her babies. She came home. Cole, Cassidy, Jax, Juliet, Ava, and Dash. Three boys, three girls. One shared set of her dark eyes and, she suspected, the same jaw as a man whose last name she still didn't know. He wasn't just good at breaking hearts, she thought, not for the first time. He was terrifyingly good at everything else too. Six at once. After breakfast, Sloane handed off the chaos to Nina — saint of a woman, underpaid, impossibly patient — kissed every small forehead exactly once, and got out the door be

Healthy and strong. The image of them together as I walk into the room is flawless. But there’s a crack in the perfect picture. I can see it in Sarah’s violet eyes–such a strange color. I can see it written all over Sydney’s face as he places a protective hand on Sarah’s shoulders. They’re afraid of what comes next. Sasha. I remind myself her name is Sasha. This woman is Atticus’s daughter. The niece of Petra. The cousin of Gabriel. She’s the granddaughter of Kane.