Captain Grayson Twitter Novels & Stories

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

Besides, if I begged him, he might just think that money is everything to me, even to the point of buying my self-respect. “Grayson!” “Finally, our captain is back!” “Welcome back, bro! How’s your leg?” Because of the players' reactions, I turned around to see Grayson, who had just arrived. I thought I would see Grayson coming alone in a wheelchair or hopping on one leg, but instead I saw Grayson walking with Kelly by his side. Kelly slipped her arm through Grayson's and smiled sweetly at everyone who approached them. “Kelly? Wow, you’re more beautiful than ever.”

Then another. I tore my tie off and threw it across the room. I kicked the coffee table over. The glass shattered, but it didn’t satisfy me. I stood in front of the mirror. My face was pale. My lips trembled. “How did it all go to shit?” I whispered. The TV was still playing. News had already hit the press. ETHAN GRAYSON REMOVED FROM GRAYSON EMPIRES. INVESTIGATION UNDERWAY. I picked up the remote and hurled it. The screen cracked.

Tyler sighs, "I think it's dead. We need more clues," "Is that so?" Grayson lifts a brow and walks to the captives. His steps are slow and elegant, and he doesn't look the slightest intimidated by their stares. One of the bodyguards offers him a cigarette, and he puts it between his lips and waits for him to light it up. Grayson inhales the intoxicating smoke and eyes the attackers from head to toe. "You don't want to talk, huh?" he scoffs. "No need to waste time with us," one of the men mutters, "You can kill us and end this once and for all,"

Intensely, "This is Grayson Knockwood, Capitan of the Vancouver Seagulls." Oh. Now it makes sense, why Bram is practically shaking behind me. Grayson Knockwood is the guy who's always next to Bram in those videos all over the internet. Not quite as tall, but a little more commanding, a bit older, with slightly slanted black eyes and thick dark hair, probably of native descent. I thought they were friends... I would've guessed they're really, really close friends, actually. "Nice to meet you, Grayson," I smile at him, guardedly, since I still don't know what he did to make my big, bad Bram so scared. He looks very serious right now, "I'm Bram's girlfriend."

It's a pleasure to meet you. I held out my hand. A beat passed before he took it. Warm strength engulfed my palm and sent a jolt of electricity up my arm. ”Alexander Grayson. The pleasure is all mine.” There was the mockery again, subtle but cutting. Alexander Grayson, the CEO of Grayson Group, Fortune 500 legend, and the man who created a buzz at the Wildlife Trust gala three nights ago. He wasn't just an eligible bachelor; he was the bachelor. The elusive billionaire every woman wanted and no one could get.

"Perhaps if you hadn't embarrassed her on your wedding night, we wouldn't be discussing this." "Don’t preach to me, Karina." "You believe I don't already feel terrible?" “Then behave accordingly, Zack.” Take an action that *demonstrates* your concern. "For a change in your life, cease reacting and begin contemplating." He turned his gaze, jaw tight, embarrassment flickering across his face. My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from my guy: > Ethan Grayson. 29. CEO of Grayson Holdings. Filed a marriage certificate in Vegas with Leena Davis two years ago. No record of annulment or divorce.

He still looked like he could kick a bear in the balls and make it say thank you. “You,” he said, looking at me with a grim smile. “You’re still alive. Welcome to beautiful Gorgoth, the Yellow City in the Sand.” It was mildly irritating to once again be treated with surprise for managing to still be breathing, but to be fair, we were always the party most likely to fall down dead for no reason. “Commander Grayson,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “They promoted you.” He had only been a captain last time we met.

I stammered, my guilty palpable. Gray's laughter, warm and light, echoed on the line. "No need to apologize. In fact, I owe you my gratitude. Your candid words brought to light Benefield's blurring of personal and professional boundaries, a serious violation of our company's principles." Curiosity tugged at me, and I couldn't help but ask, "But how did you, the Alpha of Blood Dawn, come to own a music company?" Gray's response was laced with a playful edge, "Much like how you're both the Luna of Golden Crest and the esteemed songwriter on Twitter-Theresa."

Chrysler added making me gape in awe. I was totally stunned. "Well, thanks to me and my birdie. We are all aware of what to aim." Greyson said with his playboy look. This jerk. "Birdie your ass! Shut up!" "He's a mad gangster." "Babes, you're trying to snatch me again." Greyson pouted at Corinthians.