C.c X Gregory 소설 & 이야기

Greg started chuckling but hid it with a cough. "Well then I suggest you stop googling me if you know what's good for you, in fact I'm gonna be nice enough to let you take a picture so that it lasts longer. But you should know I won't pose for it. Greg let's go I'm already late." I enter the car and hear Greg laughing at the shocked guy. "Greg, who's the chick?"" Xander meet my cousin Crystal. Crystal this is Xander the gamma to be of the pack around here." "That's right princess, that means you should respect me"

Christian looked at me from head to toe and I just smiled him "Hey Gregory! Long time no see" Matt hugged the guy briefly and I felt my body burning with Christian's stare. The Gregory guy looked at me and I smiled to him "Mine introducing Christian?" I turned to Christian smirking and he looked at me with a cold eyes "I'm Gregory" The guy introduced himself "Nice to meet you Gregory, I'm Taylor" "He's one of the owners of Oxford and Cambridge University" Matt said and I turned to him "Wow that's cool"

"Caelum. And the beautiful Celine, with child they say. Congratulations on the happy news. Children are such a blessing." Instinct took over, and I stood in front of Celine, my body separating her from whatever was in the alleyway. "Let the girl go. Your battle is with me, not her. She’s the innocent party in this.” “I have a beef with both of you.” Gregor came down the steps of the altar very slowly, his insouciance as ostentatious as it was studied. “You blackened my rep with some people, wrecked my career. Vivienne Morano was my main client, my first pay check in a long term run up. And you killed her. Do you have any idea how much of a future salary I lost when she died?”

"You mentioned that you could be Mr. Winchester's uncle. Mr. Moore, don't you own a company? Can you not even afford to buy a mirror or a phone that comes with a camera? You should really take a better look at yourself." Hannah didn't notice his reaction, she turned back around to face Gregory. She sneered coldly and continued, "Even if we were to put your position and abilities aside, just take a look at your own appearance, it's not really a sight for sore eyes. How do you have the audacity to act all buddy-buddy with Mr. Winchester?" Gregory's face flushed red. As a middle-aged man, Gregory no longer bothered about his appearance. He had a pot-belly and thinning hair.

I knocked on his associate's office and he welcomed me In. Greg kind of was creepy looking. He had thinning grey hair with a salt and pepper beard. He looked surprisingly casual. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants and sneakers. I didn't think that this wardrobe was acceptable but I pushed it aside. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Philips, I signed the papers. I should get going now" He smiled and took the papers from me "thank you. Call me Greg. Saunders sure does talk about you a lot" I blushed "that's really nice of him"

“Ummm… thank you very much for your hospitality. When will she be discharged?” “That should be by the weekend. She needs to undergo some other treatments to help her wounds heal completely.” “That's fine, doctor. I'll be back for her.” I hurriedly walked out of the doctor's office, the thought of Sarah attempting to kill me still bothering me seriously. Keila stood up as soon as she saw me approaching. “What was the outcome of the meeting "?

“This establishment has rules. And those rules need to be followed.” Mrs. Prescott’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking, Mrs. Brown!” She slapped her palm against the armrest of her chair, her voice sharp. “Gregory is an honor student. He comes from a good home. Are you really going to drag his name through the mud over… over this?” She waved her jeweled hand like Elijah’s fall was nothing but a trifle.

"S...Stop talking now...we get it, you're sorry...let's go find the pack doctor, you'll die if we don't go now." "I...I don't mind, I deserve it, don't I, Xavier?" "Kaheel! That's his name!" Gregory looked over at his brother. "Right...Kaheel...that was his name, wasn't it? I stole him and forced him to abandon his real name, his real self. He was your first son and I didn't give you the chance to watch him grow.. how much more cruel could I be?" "Gregory..." Gregory looked over at his crying wife who was kneeled beside him. "Y-Yes Celine?"

Gregory hissed, “She’s only ever on her side. I learned that the hard way.” Silence thickened. Gregory leaned back, staring past Rico. He thought of Cassie’s smile, sly and knowing, and bile rose in his throat. He hated her. He hated himself more for trusting her. Rico broke the silence, his tone sharper now. “So, what’s the plan, Greg? You want a distraction, I can find men. But they’re not free. And you don’t exactly have pockets full of gold anymore.” Gregory smirked, a broken kind of humor slipping out. “I’ve still got blood to spill. Isn’t that the only currency that counts in this city?”

They had reviewed more than an hour the files in silence, going over the list of guests and their cause of death before a strangled sound escaped Salvatore, his gaze on the file in his hand before he looked back at Rosalie with wide eyes. "Are you out of your mind?" He hissed, ignoring the fact that this was his boss's girlfriend. "This is the death report of Antonio Regnante, Boss's father, his predecessor? What the fuck is all this?" Instantly, Rosalie grabbed the file, staring down at the form as she found the cause of death: a single .25 caliber bullet to the head and according to the time stamp, he had died between 8 and 9 p.m. Scribbling down the information, she rummaged through the p