Cc X Gregory Novelas e Histórias

the man whom I presume to be Cristian said. So his name is Tate. I smiled to myself. A sexy name for a sexy man, Aura purred. I rolled my eyes and listened back in. "It's supposed to weaken her grace. Her power!" Greg finally said. This time it was my turn to be surprised. "Woah hold on! What power?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "You really are stupid. I don't know how you can't feel it. I don't know what rank you are but all I know is that you were not born an omega, Channing." Greg clarified.

Gregory said as he let out another frustrated growl in the past three minutes. “Xander wouldn’t have wanted us to bring him there, he would’ve been vulnerable to the rest of Torricelli’s men if we slipped up,” Gregory scoffed as he threaded a needle but not before sending a glare in Enzo’s direction. “If you all don’t believe in your skills to protect him then just quit your fucking jobs because you’re all doing an obvious shit job!” Damn. He’s angry. His brows were furrowed in anger and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone. Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.” I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone. I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.

"Didn't expect you this late. What's up?" Greg stood there, filling the doorway with his broad frame. He was in his late thirties, handsome, but loud and annoying. His days as a boxer had left him with a body that was still lean and muscular, though a few scars crisscrossed his knuckles and one jagged line ran along his left cheek. Greg narrowed his eyes at her. “You know what’s up, Tara. You're two months behind. I've been patient, but l'm not running a charity here."

- He asked, annoyed by his brother's presence in his room. - You are awake now. - Xavier smirked at him. - Yes, I am, and it is utterly your fault. What do I owe this pleasure? - Greg asked, hoping to finish this conversation quickly. - I couldn't help but notice that you skipped crucial parts of your trip. - Xavier told him. - What do you mean by crucial parts? - Greg did not intend to tell his brother about the recent events. - I meant the part about you being attacked. - Greg's brother clarified.

Gregor dropped Casey and pulled Alex closer too "He got the full marks" Casey said and Alex smiled,showing Gregor his note "Wow,aren't you the most brilliant person in the world right now?" Gregor asked amd Alex smiled more wider "Tell me what you want" Gregor said "Spend more time with us" Alex said "You don't think I'm spending enough time with you?" Gregor asked and Alex shook his head "You know I have to work right?" Gregor asked "My friends always talk about how they spend the weekends with their daddy at the beach but we've never gone to a beach before,I want to go there" Alex said

Anathea stiffened, her gaze snapping in the direction of Cyrus' voice, only to find Gregory's towering figure at the door. But Gregory, who had always looked so composed and intimidating when maneuvering through the commercial battlefield, was now ashen-faced. His gaze was hollow, and his eyes were bloodshot. Water droplets trailed him as he walked. He had come home in the rain. "What's wrong, Dad?" Xander asked in concern. It was his first time seeing Gregory in such a state. Gregory said nothing and only dragged his heavy feet up the stairs. The blood on his arm spiraled down his hand and dripped on the floor, leaving tiny, crimson puddles in its wake.

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?”

"Did you do anything to her? You are not Tony." "I know but she is cold towards me." "Yes!" Gregory throws the file at him. "What is this?" Craig asked. "Do something reasonable and stop talking about people's wives." Craig Titter picks the files and starts working on them. ***** The next morning, they were back at the conference, Gregory had his first talk, and it was smooth, Gregory is really intelligent, and the presenter also introduced Casper, his talk was also splendid, Craig was looking at Cathy, and all of a sudden he started writing, Cathy is aware that, Craig is writing for her