Vanny X Gregory Comic Novels & Stories

But as the door swung wide, the words died in his throat. Vicky was arched over the marble counter, her back to him. Her nightdress was hiked up to her waist, and she was looking at him through the mirror with a hungry, wicked smile. Everything was on display—her flushed skin, her wetness, the way she was already waiting for him. "Lock the door, Greg," she commanded. "And slide in. Give me everything you’ve got." Greg didn't hesitate. He turned the lock with a sharp click and stripped off his belt in one fluid motion. He stepped behind her, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, his length hitting her opening with a wet, heavy thud.

smiles Greg smiled. He had watched Vanessa grow from a cute toddler to a beauty queen overnight. She carried herself as a youthful queen created by superb health, youth, and genuine happiness that high spirits can give. Greg found her attractive but never showed it. After all, she was his best friend's little sister and he also made sure no boy came near her. Vanessa had complained to Leonard about Greg being so protective of her. Leonard sat her down and told her stories of some terrible things boys did to girls especially pretty girls like her if left unguarded and that Greg was just watching out for her like he should but couldn't because he had been diagnosed with cancer and was on medic

“I’m not spiraling, Vanessa. I’m calculating. I’m preparing. Do you have any idea what she really is?” “She’s not your enemy!” Vanessa shouted, her voice cracking as it bounced off the walls. “She’s not the reason you’re bitter, she’s not the reason you lost your deals, she’s not” Greg slammed his fist on the desk, making the photographs scatter like frightened birds. The lamp trembled, and so did Vanessa. His voice dropped into a growl.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

- Vampire told her with honesty. - Do not worry. I can take care of myself.- Camille giggled, caressing his cheek. She still could not get used to how Xavier treated her. She had to be independent for her whole life, and now there was someone who wanted to solve all her problems. - I will be back as soon as possible. - Vampire promised and joined his brother. The warriors gave him some items from Greg's bag. - I am glad to have you here. - Gregory told him when Xavier took his place by his side.

Greg Stevens, a wounded man who has come to the sea shore to grieve because of the loss of his wife and son got distracted by Monalisa's cry which was a little feint because of how far off he was, he felt reluctant to the cry at first but after a while he decided to go and find out what was going on. Greg is an Omega whose wife and son had just been murdered by some group of Vipers, he called the wolverines who were his pack members for help so that he could avenge the deaths of his wife and son but their Alpha King Dennis rejected his call for help as he told him that they have better war to fight than fighting to avenge his family, he had told Greg that he wouldn't fight against the Vampir

Vanessa was crying and hugging my legs, she was afraid of me, but she was worried for Lavanya. The little girl was so adorable. I hope I have a beautiful, smart, adorable daughter like Vanessa. "Alpha Tayron, may I come in?" Gregory shouted and knocked on the door impatiently. He looked like a wild boar was chasing him. "What happened?" I opened the door, and Gregory immediately barged in with a general from his pack. I was surprised because this was the second time I felt Gregory's angry aura that made me shudder. "General Ethan and some of my warriors were talking about the 200 wolf warriors who attacked your pack." Gregory looks at me seriously; his silver eyes remind me of Lavanya.

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

His immaculate silver-trimmed military greatcoat was immaculate even in the dusty cave, his sharp, aristocratic features twisting into a dark, volatile rage as he looked at the bodies of his fallen men, and finally, locked eyes with Vivian. ​"You..." Vane hissed, his voice cold and sharp as a razor blade. He set the briefcase down, his right hand slowly moving toward the high-frequency plasma rapier mounted at his waist. "The Vance ghost. I should have turned Sector 4 into an ash heap the moment your name surfaced on the regional census. You think you’ve won because you played with the Syndicate's banks?" ​He let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with a lethal, obsessive hatred. "T

she grinned around her straw. She took her phone out of her handbag and opened a new message. “You want to know Gregory’s secrets? Password: Decadence. VIP. Ask for Vixen. XXX” She typed an address into the text field, and a time, and sent, before slipping it back into her bag. She heard the beep of his phone, and saw the frown pinch his brows together as he read the message. The gay couple finished their meal and Raven lifted his eyes from the phone to watch them go, and she sighed at the expression on his face.