Vanny X Gregory Novels & Stories

She leaned her forehead against Greg’s shoulder, her teeth sinking into the fabric of his shirt to muffle her scream. "I'm... I'm going to…” "Do it," Greg hissed. "Give it to me." Vicky shattered. Her body shook in long, violent waves. She squeezed him tight with her hand, her own insides pulsing against his fingers. She let out a long, low moan that she tried to turn into a yawn. Greg followed her a second later. He tensed up, his grip on her waist tightening until it hurt, as he poured himself into her palm. He let out a heavy, breath that sounded like a sigh of exhaustion.

Greg Pov... "Hi!" I greeted their beautiful bridesmaid. "H-Hello!" She answered shyly. "I didn't know Dana and Jay had a beautiful friend hiding. By the way, I'm Greg!" I reached out my hand at her. "I'm Vivian, nice meeting you Greg!" She answered modestly. Her voice was angelic ringing in my ear like a piece of mellow music. Her name is also sexy. Vivian! I repeated it in my mind.

I shut my eyes, letting the tears soak my cheeks as I tap on the date I want. January third. I ignore Alan’s knocking and calling from the door until I hear him walking away. Then I open my camera and start a video. “Hello everyone. My name is Reina Summers, and I’m here to debunk the rumors that’ve been going around. Everything is really not as it seems…”

"I knew something good was going to happen today. And look at that, I finally meet you. My bestie of all time." I turned and stared blankly at her. "What the fuck do you want?" I snapped, irritation flaring up inside me. "No seriously. Can't you just go about your business and pretend you didn't see me?" "That's something you would do, Vanny. Not me." Her words had me bristling in anger. Vanny. That stupid nickname she had for me that I always hated because of how it sounded. Vanny. Like I was some sort of automobile project that a kid have a bad name.

That way my breasts bounce nicely when I finally pull the dress over them and onto the floor. I can feel his eyes look me up and down, when he finally looks in my eyes I stare him down. "Is this ok?" I ask sweetly. He throws his head back and groans my name. "Fuck, Bells..." His voice is laced with desire, in which I want to give in so bad. Almost, I tell myself. I strut towards him and place my knees on either side of his lap. Lowering onto him, I can feel his thunderjunk as hard as a stronk of wood. I rub myself against him through his pants and my panties. Even though there is so much fabric seperating us, I can feel him so close to me. I moan as the slapping sensation runs through us.

she said, a clear warning in her tone. "Or what?" Vanny asked, stepping up to her and glaring down at her. He was sick of her acting all high and mighty, when he'd only just ogled her body. When she'd placed it all on display. What on earth was she expecting him to do when he saw her naked? Cover his eyes and run out of the room? He ain't gay! Maya arched an eyebrow at his tone, "Or I'm revealing this location to Aryan." Vanny's bravado faltered and his sneer slipped off. A look of fear crept into his eyes and Maya nodded satisfactorily at that.

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

Greg, that useless cripple," she said. Greg's face subtly shifted at Winnie's comment. His expression grew even more sinister, with a hint of twisted amusement creeping in. Heather observed him closely, knowing she had struck a nerve. In the past, Winnie and Greg had extensive business dealings. She had always maintained a caring, attentive sisterly image in his eyes. The video captured only a single sentence from Winnie about Greg. Yet, that was a brutal blow to his most vulnerable spot. Coupled with her contemptuous tone, it turned into a grave insult.

The floor to ceiling mirrors of the master suite reflected a silhouette that no longer bore any resemblance to the broken woman who had escaped the Vance estate. Exactly ninety days had passed since Vivienne Vane walked away from the chemical filters and the dark basement rooms. Standing under the soft, ambient lights of the Thorne Estate, her posture was entirely restored, sleek, toned, and radiating a dangerous, sharp vitality. Her skin was flawless, catching the light with a luminous glow that completely erased the memory of her illness, and her dark eyes flashed with an intense, lethal intelligence.

I have gone to her room but she wasn't there so I don't need a soothsayer to tell me she will be in Sophia room. "Hey, my princess. Where's your Nanny?" I ask about looking around and she walked out from her dressing room. Gosh! Gorgeous is an understatement. I haven't talked about how gorgeous this young lady is, I guess I have to I have been forcing myself not to think about her lately. She is the definition of perfection with her curvy shape, long thick black hair that she always loves pouring down and she packed in a ponytail sometimes, a pair of ocean blue eyes that keeps me wanting to stare at her, and the sweet voice that sounds more like music to my ears. I don't know much about her,