Under One Roof By Gregor 소설 & 이야기

Sid said while pointing at me, "She's full of bruises and wounds." "Probably, idiot!" Giles stood up and hit Sid on the head, "Do you think Yanny can fight those women? You see, there are a lot of them and then there are fat ones." "Let it go," Byron tapped Giles' shoulder, "It's really like that when you're in the lower section; the brain is weak." Sid's eyes widened at what his cousin said and immediately commented there, "Wow! You're in the lower section too, maybe you forgot, bro!"

“I promise that.” “Who are you, and is this a joke?” her mother demanded again. He was shaking his head at the thought that this woman would think that about her youngest daughter. Of course, this had to be some sort of joke to her that someone could care for Kristen as she was. The woman he thought of as nearly perfect was nothing more than a joke to her parents. “I told you that doesn’t matter,” Gregor said. “We have met before, but who I am doesn’t matter as long as I keep your daughter happy. I will do that to the best of my ability, though. I will always try to keep her that way.”

It was a louder slap this time, but it does not hurt at all. Then he untied me and dragged me out of the room. There, the men of the Timmerhaus are resting on their chairs. “So you have awoken now?” “Woah, you are slower than expected.” “How could a weak girl like you dare to betray the house?” “I wonder how, too.” They all became silent. Gregor, Andreus, Zein, and Shion. They are the four nephews of Count Seloriett, and are shameless leeches. If you have the power it takes, then you are their master.

Each stride towards the warehouse was a step into an uncharted, perilous future that held the potential to reveal all of the meticulously guarded secrets. Long, moving shadows were produced on the concrete floor of the warehouse's enormous interior by shafts of light from broken windows that cut through the darkness. Carefully, Gregor took the lead, his gaze looking around him. Stacy's thoughts was full of unsolved questions: Who was that enigmatic stranger from before? How was he involved in the complex web of corporate conflict and family betrayals that had trapped them all?

He closes the door behind him and strides across the room, dropping into the chair across from me. "Gregor’s been leaving his house every night. Always after midnight." Without wasting any moment, he shares what information he found, "No one sees him leave or come back, but it’s a pattern. I had to get creative to figure it out. That bastard is secretive as fuck." he growls. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. He smirks faintly. “Emily. One of the orphan pups. She’s been sneaking around the grounds at night and noticed Gregor leaving. Took some convincing to get her to talk, though.”

Let’s poke the hornet’s nest. I stood in my chamber while Sugar fussed over my hair like she was sculpting a national treasure, and Gregor leaned in the doorway like some medieval gargoyle—broad-shouldered, gray pants, shirt rolled at the sleeves, arms crossed as though he was personally at war with my existence. “You’re scowling again,” I said, examining the jeweled comb in my hair. “What’s the problem? Too shiny? Too Margaux?” “You don’t understand the danger of tonight.” His voice was flat, iron. His wolf lurked close, pacing.

Teeth and claws and punches thrown at one another against the roof of two huge snow-covered branches. As I rested my head on the tree behind me, I realized that Gregor wasn’t really just meaning to protect me—he’d been hunting down these Rogues for killing. I can even see in his eyes and the way his body moves that he’s willing to bury them all beneath the snow and at the bottom of the icy running river. I heard the other Rogues escaping back to the other side of the same river. Gregor strode towards me as he knocked down the leader, relishing every step as if he were walking into his summit of victory and I am the prize to be claimed at the top.

One showed Julian sitting alone in his room, staring at nothing. Cassiel muttered under his breath, “Don’t make me choose, Julian…” The following night, Enzo stood in the cold hallway of the lower estate, staring at Gregor, who leaned against the wall like he hadn’t a care in the world. “You still owe Cassiel,” Enzo began. Gregor laughed under his breath. “Still bringing that up?” “Are you in or do I have to break something else this time?” Gregor's smile faded. “What’s the job?”

I hadn’t planned on going, but considering the delicate balance between my family and the mafia organizations, I decided to attend anyway to avoid unnecessary conflict. Inside the private room, Greg sat at the head of the table. Sydney was seated right next to him, the two of them whispering to each other and smiling. I chose a seat in the corner and sat down quietly. I hadn’t brought a gift. Greg scanned the room before his gaze finally landed on me. A knowing look crossed his face. He walked over, dressed in a black suit that made his presence sharp and commanding, as if everything was still under his control. Stopping in front of me, he glanced at my empty hands, disappointment slipping i

This had to be Nyssa Vallis. "I was sure you'd ignore my invitation, considering your family doesn't matter to you anymore," Nyssa said, descending the stairs with a sneer. "But I was clearly wrong. No prodigal son here." "Bold of you to say I abandoned anyone," Gregor shot back, just as cold. "I remember you disowning your grandson before you'd even met him." My gaze slid from Charissa's fury back to Gregor. He'd never mentioned that part. I understood, suddenly, why he'd rented a separate apartment for Adonis and me.