The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

Brody and his warriors had whipped us like an old rug. Alpha Greg also thinks that I, nor the rest of the werewolf community, don't know what he's been doing to the oldest one. Did I mention that old Greg is as dumb as a box of rocks. I knew the reason he had been so desperate to get them back. It was because he didn't want anyone to know the only way he could get his rocks off was by beating a female.

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.

"Great. I see you're not going to tell me the truth. I'm going to find out anyways so you can look forward to that. And I'm going to make sure you, and any other family member of yours meet in hell." Gregg fell on his knees the moment he heard that. "I'll confess! I'll confess everything!" He can easily get scared by a threat like that and he was planning to get me cancelled with such a cheap trick? I didn't even know a stamp existed and he couldn't even do it properly? So sloppy. "Please spare me Alpha... This wasn't my plan at all. I'm telling you the truth." He begged for mercy. Leo nodded and looked at the elder, "Tell me, which one of the elders planned this with you?"

Gregg saw through the smoke that the person walking toward him and his daughter held what looked like an ax. “Hello?” Gregg called out to the dark figure. “Can you help us?” He shouted. He thought the dark figure was a firefighter. At least, that’s what he hoped. The pain in his leg was causing his voice to crack and tremble. *Who is that? That’s not my wife*. Those were the thoughts that were echoing through Gregg’s mind as he stared straight ahead at the approaching dark figure.

"Mr. Mattel Senior, Mr. Mattel is the true heir of the family. I have no choice but to listen to him. I have a family to feed, too." Gregory had watched his back his entire life. He didn't think he'd one day be betrayed by his own grandson in his old age. Looking back, his body had been deteriorating over the last few years and particularly in recent weeks. He was getting weaker each day, and he assumed it had something to do with Lorcan. He snorted. "You'd think he'd be a little more patient, given my age." Hubert remained silent. After a long pause, Gregory asked, "How long do I have to live?"

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.

Legend smirked. He knew keeping him was never a mistake. "You know where to put him." He said and left with his hands wrapped at his back in a gentle manner. A job cleanly done. *** "Guards, take Brian down!" Legend yelled suddenly and everyone gasped in shock and surprise. "Legend, what is this all about?" His father asked him. Legend cast a glance at him. "Father, this is my regime and I don't have to account to you, do I?" He asked and turned back to Brian who was held down by the guards.

Ourelia kept her lips sealed, but when Greg began squeezing her face and fracturing her facial bones, she choked out, “If you want…answers, why didn’t you just…bring your new girlfriend to question us…instead?” Greg NEVER had a girlfriend. The term was just used to push his buttons, but he prepared himself for this. Every living being with ears in the rogue world would have known about this weak spot of his by now. After what he did to the Kyltons and to himself, he knew that any future enemies he may have would use Lucianne to throw him off, to make him feel that he wasn’t as great as he presented himself to be, to hurt his ego and make him feel pathetic since he couldn’t get the woman he w