Courtney Grayson Novels & Stories

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

“She is just keeping me out, and I don’t know what to do.” “You were dead to her, Kai.” I said, reminding him of the facts. “I don’t mean to hurt you with what I am saying, but you know that she grieved for you and that the pain that she felt was one that she couldn’t describe. She found Elijah, and I guess he helped soothe her, I don’t know. You just came back to her two months ago, and no matter how strong she is claiming that she is, I doubt that anyone is that strong to handle that kind of pain.”

He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business. Courtney is a fire-cracker with very wavy light red hair, light golden eyes, slim figure and stands tall at 5’5”. Her porcelain skin is decorated in freckles. She is the flirty type and loves to mingle. Courtney never backs down from a challenge and is the type to take on a group of guys in a game of pool and will take all their money, playing innocent. In reality, she was an orphan, her parents were killed when she was little and has always taken care of herself. I ran into her as she pick-pocketed my brother and caught her in the act. He let her live as I took responsibility for her life. We were both around sixteen as

In the next chapter, I will begin chapters of the first book in the series, "My Abused Mate." Here is the tree chart of the Gray family: A. Cole Gray + Nikki Walker = Ashton, Adam, Jena B. Ashton Gray + Cloe Románd = Daisy, Seth, Sloan C. Adam Grey + Asha Sharma = Anna, Adiktiya and Priya D. Jena Gray and Oscar Campbell = Knox E. Jena Campbell and Lucian Dawson = Aria, Riles, and adopted Demain F. Knox Campbell + Sophia Marshall = Diana, Roy, Eric.

Following the only route in this place that I know, I skip down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where I remembered seeing a back door. Instead, I see Grayson. What is doing in here still? He stands with his back to me, doing something at the sink. And the only thing he wears, are a pair of black dish washing gloves. One brief eye full of a very firm, smooth butt has me screaming and ducking for cover behind the bench. "Lexia?" I hear Grayson say into the air, as I press myself as close to the bench as physics allow. He can't see me. I can't see him...What the hell did I just see?

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

The new girl’s long black hair was tied back in a high pony tail and she wore our uniform of black pants and a white t-shirt. Her posture was straight, but her shoulders were tense as she walked. She stared at her phone in her hand and her perfectly manicured fingers flew over the screen angrily. When she looked up, gray eyes locked on mine. All signs of hostility I spotted a few seconds ago was nowhere in sight.

The sound of footsteps made her pause. Grayson entered without knocking. At fifty-one, he was tall and broad, his iron-gray hair cut short and sharp. His hawk-like features made him look exactly like what he was; a man who could bend the world as he pleased. He wore a tailored black coat over a dark shirt, and his presence instantly filled the room. “Mr. Grayson,” Cassandra said, straightening. Her voice stayed cool and professional. “The auction is tomorrow. Viewing hours ended at six.” “I know,” he replied, his voice low and rough.