Captain Grayson Twitter Novels & Stories

"A few years ago. I ran into him at a charity event. He was alone, standing in the corner. I went over to say hello, and he asked me how you were. If you were okay." I stared at her. "What did you tell him?" "I told him you were doing fine. That you'd become a journalist. That you were making a name for yourself." She shrugged. "He didn't say anything after that. Just nodded and walked away." I didn't know what to say. Seven years. Seven years and he still asked about me. Sienna leaned closer. Her voice dropped. "Be careful, Emily. Daniel isn't the boy you remember. And this town isn't the same either. People talk. And if you're here to dig into Carter Development, you're going to make enemi

“I can’t be a saint like you. Maybe you’ve found a way to move on, but I haven’t. I see Whitney’s face every day. I see my father leaving. Emma destroyed our family—and now she gets to lie around with a fever and have everyone pity her?” Grayson’s breathing had quickened but he calmed down when he realized he had lost his temper.“She won’t die, Grandpa. But I’ll make sure she wishes she had.” And with that, he ended the call before his grandfather could speak another word. On the other end, Old Master Miller stared at the dark screen, his face unreadable. After a long pause, he sighed deeply and murmured to himself, “Grayson… don’t let your pain write your story. And don’t regret your action

A reporter asked, "Mr. Xander, may I ask why Grayson Xander hasn't issued a public response regarding this morning's incident?" Neil replied casually, "His health isn't great, so I request your understanding." Another journalist asked, "Mr. Xander, does Grayson Xander feel remorse for his actions toward TYC's CEO? What caused the incident?" Neil explained, "As everyone witnessed, he acted without understanding the situation. We sincerely apologize to Ms. Shenton." A third reporter pressed, "Mr. Xander, your support for TYC's CEO seems strong. Is there a personal connection between you two?"

NOAH CARTER IS LIVE? OMGS CAPTAIN NOAH??? he's so drunk LMFAOOOO I licked my suddenly dry lips. There was no turning back now. I lifted my phone, framing myself properly in the shot "Hey, um...," I started but my voice sounded really rough so I cleared my throat. "Hi, everyone. I—uh—I know this is kinda random." More comments flew by. Noah you’re so hot omg Captain Carter!! where’s the beer bro?? IS DORIAN WITH YOU

But one thing I won’t take lightly, is getting back at the people who ruined my life to this point. **** “What do you mean the viewership ratings are going down?!” I heard Grayson say over the phone, he wasn’t yelling, but his voice was stiff and obviously very upset. “Katrina, the update I’m asking about is the streaming platform we are about to launch, apparently we have more issues on ground,” I paused by the staircase, unwilling to interrupt his call, I stood by the staircase, his back facing me. He was facing the window, his shoulder seemed to tense as his grip on the phone tightened as he spoke.

"I have to get some blood. I can't think straight at this moment." "Let me get it for you." He offered but before he could get up, she beat him to it. "Don't worry. It's just over there." She said and patted him on the shoulder. As soon as she left, Gray, who had noticed the two of them the moment he entered, walked up to Marcellus. He sat on Ashley's seat and initiated a conversation. "I'm Alpha Gray of The White Wolves." "I know. I heard a lot about you from my subordinates." Marcellus replied and Gray smiled broadly.

They suck. I actually ended up getting a trophy for the best team player. Cool. "Hey... I'm sorry for not including you in the plan... You're a really great player. I don't think that we could've won without you..." I hear someone say behind me. I turn around and see the captain. "It's cool. What your name?" I ask him. "Dylan, what's yours gorgeous?" "My name is Gray," I say. He seems kind of surprised. "Sick name!"

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

"Not too bad yourself." Bullshit. She knows I rocked her goddamn world. I always do. As I pull my hair tie from her wrist and secure my hair, my phone buzzes. Gray's name lights up on my screen, and I sigh as I answer it. What the fuck is it this time? "Prez?" "Come back." Gray's voice is clipped, tension simmering just beneath the surface. God, I can't wait to kill Isaac so we can go home. She's a grown ass woman, yet Gray's acting like she's on a curfew. I catch Alyssa's curious gaze and keep my voice steady. "What's going on?"

"Everyone knows me." "I know number twelve," I said. "I don't know you." His smile flickered. Not much. A micro-expression, there and gone. But I saw it. "Grayson," he said, offering the name like a gift, like a key. "Grayson Hayes. Captain of the football team. Thrower of parties. Generally considered trouble, occasionally considered worth it." I looked at him. Really looked. Saw what Dante had taught me to see—the way his confidence sat too heavily, like armor he'd forgotten how to remove. The way his eyes searched my face for reaction, for the effect he was supposed to have.