Under One Roof By Gregor Novels & Stories

Gregor looked at his glass for a long moment. When he looked up his face had changed. "A child," he said quietly. "From before I was married. A son I didn't know about until Lorenzo found him." He paused. "Lorenzo threatened to bring him into it all. Use him. Destroy him. He was twenty-two years old and he had nothing to do with any of this and Lorenzo was going to" He stopped. "Where is he now," I said. Gregor looked at me. "He's been inside Viktor's company for three years," he said. "I put him there myself. To protect him. To keep him where I could see him."

The elevator rumbled softly as it carried them upward, the tension between them thick. When the doors slid open, a soft gasp escaped Avery’s lips. The rooftop stood before them, a breathtaking panorama of city lights shimmering against the night sky. Candles flickered on every table, creating a romantic, intimate atmosphere. It was a masterpiece of understated luxury. The floor-to-ceiling glass panels framed the skyline, letting the city light reflect faintly into the space. Dark wood tables were spaced generously apart, each topped with a small flower vase, while ambient music drifted in the background.

Gong needs the money to take care of his family. He was elated when he got to the main road and discovered that there was no traffic, atleast he will get home early. He was already thinking about the food he would eat when he gets home, he can’t and will never get enough of Mrs Kim’s food. She is so skilled when it comes to food making, she cooks new meals every day from different parts of the world. Gregor walked into his luxurious penthouse apartment through the front door to discover Flora and Mrs Kim cook arguing.

And that hesitation — that small, fragile pause — made her chest twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. He wasn’t hiding something from her. He was hiding something for her. But she was done being protected. Ava leaned closer, voice steadying with a shard of determination. “Please.” Jace looked up then — really looked — and something in his expression cracked open. Not anger. Not fear. Something worse. Regret. He swallowed hard. “There’s a room,” he whispered. “A hidden one. On the third floor.” Her breath caught. “What kind of room?”

Mrs Rodrigo chuckled and Annabella hugged her "This house is amazing,baby,isn't this too much?" Annabella asked when she started walking around the mansion "Nothing is too much for you okay? And besides,it's just like a token" Gregor said and Annabella chuckled "I should have expected this when I started dating a bullionaire" She said "Not just a billionaire,Gregor Campbell" Gregor said and Annabella stopped walking She faced him and went on her toes to peck his lips "You're the best boyfriend in the world" She said

Soho said a single sentence to Gregor, repeating his instruction to escort Raider wherever he wanted and withdrew to the underground with the other two Stream Realm cultivators. "So, Young Master Raider.." said Gregor amicably, turning their head and smiling, "where to?"

The memory of the way Xavier had looked at me, trapped between his arms and the matte black wall, his breath ghosting over my lips until I thought I might actually catch fire. ​I forced myself out of bed, pulling on a pair of oversized sweatpants to go with my wrinkled t-shirt. I needed water. I needed to know if last night was a fever dream or a funeral for whatever "peace" we had left. The grand staircase was a graveyard of red plastic cups, discarded high heels, and a smell that was a sickening cocktail of stale beer and expensive cologne. It was as if a hurricane of privilege had ripped through the mansion and left only the wreckage behind.

Our attention quickly turned to Gregor, and I was the one who spoke first: “Gregor, how many students do you have studying under your master?” After conversing with him that day, I realized that Gregor had a master who was one of the renowned scholars in the pack. He was on a trip, so I didn't see him in the library that day. “Answering the Luna, no. My master has only five disciples, and I am the last one.” “Has anyone come to learn under you these days?” I asked again, and he shook his head. “No. In fact, no one has visited the library ever since you left that day.” He answered, and Felix and I made eye contact.

We were too caught up in each other to notice. Gregor smirks and looks past me. “Return home. The time has not yet come,” Gregor commands in a bombing voice. A stampede of sounds and the earth shakes as they all sprint toward the mountain, leaving Gregor to fend for himself. “That was but a sixteenth of my forces. There’s many more where they came from.” Gregor says and laughs hysterically. “What is it you want?”

“Your gay partner settled the rent.“ He tossed the brown envelope back at me, making me stumble backwards a bit. I wriggled my brows, trying to make sense of what he'd just said. Stuffing the brown envelope back in my hoodie, I swallowed hard. “I don't have a gay partner.“ Gregor came down from his car, looking like someone who just swallowed a large balloon. Damn. He gained so much weight in just a few weeks. That doesn't seem healthy to me. Gregor eyed me, disgust swirling in them. “The silver haired deadly guy. He doubled, just like he'd said.“ “Deadly?“ Gregor swallowed, the disgust in his gaze replaced with fear. He pulled his shirt over his wrist, ripping his gaze from mine. He gave me