Under One Roof By Gregor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

It sits there like a little sculpture meant to celebrate someone else. Not tossing it aside. Not crying about it either. Toward the table I go, lift it, then place a careful, unhurried bite into my mouth. Sugar coats the top - thick, almost too much. Cake so soft it feels weightless. Good. Yet somehow, also dust on the tongue. Done. Each bit gone. The cup emptied. That bitter taste? I take it in. Lets me keep going. --- Later, when darkness has no stars and the sky feels thick, a call arrives. Out of the shadows steps Gregor, face still as stone. He says only: She wants you there now

The room went very quiet. Gregor looked at him. The gratitude left his face first. Then the warmth. Then the careful political composure. What was underneath all of it was something older and harder. "You pulled my daughter out of that building," Gregor said. "Yes." "And this is how you respond to that."

A lean person entered the room. "Master, we couldn't get a hold of her." the person who had just entered the room greeted his master by bowing his head before reporting their failure. "Hmm, Why?" the man's cold voice sounded in the room. "Rakh pack got her before we could. They took her to their pack house." "The old fool had still not learnt his lesson!" the man slammed the desk, "Let them celebrate their false sense of victory for now. They are going to face the crisis later on anyway." the man's red eyes glinted, his pale white face was adorned by dangerous glint.

She explained without remorse. Austin was transfixed. "You broke a guy's arm." He said. "He was the mayor's son. " she added. "So they expelled you? " "I was never expelled. Mum made us leave. Something about spoiling our family's name. " She shrugged. "So what... " "Oh, look at the time, I've gotta go. " She interrupted. "But we're not done with our... " "It's important. "She stood up. "We're not done. " He pulled her by her arm.

Wong smiled, revealing his brown teeth that kept creeping Jess out as she held on to Jordan, who almost couldn’t contain his laughter. “Okay, sir, will one thousand dollars give us a room number?” Will took out some more money and handed it to him, and he collected it. “Very good, follow me,” he chuckled as he made his way through the corridor of the building and up a crusty staircase. Jordan and Jess followed lastly because she was scared of getting in. “Jess, come on, we need to catch up with them,” Jordan chuckled as she kept delaying their movements. “Doesn’t this place scare you, Jordan? It’s like a drug den,” she said as her eyes darted around, throwing Jordan and Dominic into fits of

I could see his countenance changed that same moment. “I don't have evidence…” he began to say. “But I know where you can get them.” My curiosity was rebooted that moment. I moved closer to him instantly. “Tell me. Where can I get them?” I asked. “Gregor sees two things as the greatest achievements of the world,” he began to say. “The first is sex. He never sleeps with mediocre women. He believes a woman must be top tier to share his bed. Such a woman must have an hour glass figure, be beautiful beyond measure like the woman that was with you at the club… she is your girlfriend, right?”

I said in a whisper, "Why here?" He said, "Because freedom tastes different at night." "You look like you haven't had it in years," he said. My throat got tight. I hid my face because I was worried that he would see too much. The rooftop was empty, and the water was shining a soft blue light. He threw his jacket away, rolled up his sleeves, and leaned against the edge as if he owned the place. He joked, "Calm down." "This wasn't meant to drown you," she said.

I only made it four steps past the gate before Gregor appeared on my left with two guards trailing behind him and the weary look of a man who has performed the same ritual far too many times “Miss Romy,” Gregor said with a tired sigh.. “Gregor,” I replied coolly. We stared at one another. “Alpha’s orders...” Gregor said. “Are you patently ridiculous?! We have discussed this already!” “We have,” he agreed, “and yet here I am.” He stepped forward and placed his hand on my arm. Then, I saw Rowan crossing the threshold of the service gate behind me, running. He closed the remaining distance, took Gregor by the wrist, and moved Gregor’s hand from my arm with a grip that immediately rendered Grego

There wasn’t a single word of concern in his eyes, only disgust. Without saying anything, I turned and walked into the room with no heating. In the middle of the night, I heard Elena’s coy laughter drifting from the master bedroom next door, mixed with Luca’s excited shouts. They were playing horse and rider, laughing together, as if they were the family of three. I leaned against the cold wall, pulled out the dagger I had long hidden in my boot, then slid it back in. Not yet. I’d wait until the moment they were most proud of everything they had and then watch it collapse.