Vanny X Gregory Novels & Stories

She was exhausted and he could see it all over her face, in the way she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can I try?” he asked “I’ve got a lot of nieces and nephews.” “Come on in.” she said as she moved aside for him to come in. Greg made his way over to Hannah in her car seat and lifted her into his arms. Julie watched as Greg soothed Hannah. Talking to her and consoling her while she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Greg… you keep saying the same thing. Every night it’s… ‘empire,’ ‘cracks,’ ‘fallen queen.’ You’re starting to sound like a broken record. You’ve been circling her life for days. For what? To relive the pain over and over?” Greg’s head lifted slowly, eyes flashing with fury and amusement. “A broken record? No, Vanessa… I am the composer. Every note, every whisper, every fracture I place in her perfect world is deliberate. You think repetition is an obsession? No… repetition is mastery. Control. Precision. You’ll see.” Vanessa shook her head, fear twisting her gut. “Greg… you’re letting her consume you before you even touch her life. You sound… unhinged.”

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Frank leered at Greg in disdain. "Who do you think you are, telling me to leave?" Gina snorted pompously. "Don't think you get to strut just because you are Vicky Turnbull's manwhore! Greg is Timmy Yates' business partner—even Vicky Turnbull would have to show him respect!" "It's really nothing." Greg waved her off humbly before turning back to Frank. "Gina doesn't want to see you, so know your place and leave, or I'll make you."

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.

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.