Vanny X Gregory Novels & Stories

Yvaine had just dumped the pics into half a dozen group chats without a single caption. Then her gang kicked off their performance like it was rehearsed. Voices up, filters off. ‘Is that Catherine Vance?’ ‘Sure is. Lucky gal. Had Rhys Granger wrapped round her finger back in the day, dumped him, disappeared overseas for years, and still crawled back into his bed like nothing happened.’ ‘Deadass. Word is, he’s paying her to be his secretary now. Like, girl didn’t even study anything close to that.’

Instead, she exuded an aura of someone who was born to stand in that spot, someone who commanded everything around her, owning it all, as if it was her birthright. While Dean pondered this, Greg had already taken a step forward, nodding slightly with his usual calm grace. He spoke first, his tone both composed and elegant. “Mr. Vander.” Vander lifted his eyes slowly, casting a glance at Greg, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, one that seemed to hold a touch of approval. “Greg.” The exchange between them seemed simple enough, but the atmosphere between them was thick with tension, an unspoken edge to their words that couldn’t be ignored.

“Have you seen her? She barely knows how to do anything around here. Why would someone as powerful as Sebastien keep her around this long if she wasn't warming his bed?” Victoria snorted. “She's probably under his desk as we speak, choking on his cock. That's probably the only thing she's actually good at.” Their laughter echoed through the room, ugly and cruel, and heat rushed to my face. Anger, humiliation, and disbelief tangled together inside me until I could barely think straight. I'd spent the last three weeks working harder than I ever had in my life. Three exhausting weeks learning Sebastien Vale's impossible schedule, memorizing contracts, anticipating his demands before he voiced t

An hour later, Thomas sat in the office of the person in charge of Southland District’s third area, and standing beside him was Samson. “Boss, the information is here.” Samson handed over a set of documents related to Vany. Thomas flipped through them while he listened to Samson talk about the details. “Based on the investigations that day, I’ve already figured out Vany’s situation. “She was originally a dancer. Her real name is Vanasia Whitehall. In the past, after she started dating Ryan, they had agreed to elope. In the end, Ryan’s father caught them red-handed, and she was secretly sent to South City and sold to an underground organization called Water Cloud.

“Option? What are you talking about? You are all I want; it has always been you.” “You need to try harder to make me believe it.” I sipped my wine to cool off, but I didn’t. I kept hearing Vain’s words about being inseparable from Nicholas. “I do not know Vain is still a problem to tackle.” “You need to hear him speak about you, Nick. I can never know you like that. He beats me out.” “Greg,” he took my hands and secured them in his big palms. “Vain knows nothing about me, not the ones that you know.”

All over? He undid his pant and his weapon bounced out,Annabella bite her lips "Talking of a naughty virgin" Gregor teases "I won't be one in the next few minutes" Annabella replied and watched as Gregor slowly placed his d**k on her opening,she closed her eyes and waited for it. Using a slow momentum,Gregor drove slowly inside her "Ouch!" Annabella let out a low scream which sounds sexy in Gregor's ears. He continue driving inside her slowly while Annabella held him air tightly

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

~ FRANCE, AVERY'S APARTMENT. Vanna wore a dark green gown, the upper part was fitted showing her exposer cleavages while the below was fled, covering her beautiful curves. She coupled her dress with a black half wedge shoe. Vanna entered his study room holding a tray of juice. She got in and placed the tray on his table. She walked towards him, and sat on the table as she cupped him in between her thighs. "Baby, I miss you" Vanna mouthed, and got no response.

"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.

Her hair was the colour of fire, and her skin glowed as if refreshed from some inner stream, but her mouth was too vulnerable as if not fully formed. "Fine. Go on," He said still staring at her. Vanessa got out, grabbed her backpack and hurried into the house. Greg watched her go in. She had this air of defiance like she was about to break some rules. Well not under his watch. He got out and joined the party. He looked around for Vanessa and found her talking and laughing with some friends. He grabbed a beer, stood in a corner and watched her, ignoring all the pretty girls who tried to get his attention.