Dirty Fanfiction Grayson Novels & Stories

Rick said, walking over to the desk and placing the papers down carefully. Grayson barely glanced at them. "Thanks," he mumbled, leaning back in his chair. Rick hesitated, his eyes flicking to Grayson's face like he wanted to say something. But he quickly turned and left, shutting the door softly behind him. The click of the door closing echoed in the room, leaving Grayson alone with his thoughts again. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a tired sigh. Savannah had been a thorn in his side for years. No matter how many times he told her he wasn’t interested, she refused to give up. She acted like they belonged together, like she was just waiting for him to come to his senses.

Lara whispered. "I kept looking for you in other bodies," Greyson said. "Even with your sister. I thought if I was sleeping with someone who shared your blood, I would finally forget you. But it did not happen. Fucking with Kesha only made me crazier for you," he closed his eyes, focusing. "And then there's Aaron Granger, who will probably take you away from me."

When my gaze fell to his trembling hand, dark red blood was already dripping from his knuckles where the shattered photo frame had sliced into his flesh. I forced myself to look away, letting out a hollow, dry laugh. "It's enough that I lie to myself and the rest of the pack, Grayson. Why do you keep lying to your own wolf? For the last two years, you've chased her ghost through every female you've dragged into your bed. You think I haven't noticed? Brielle Thorn’s lips, Cassidy Vale’s eyes... Grayson, if you don't love me, just say it. If your soul is still bound to Evelyn Wren, I'll step aside. I'll even help you track her down in the wild lands. I—" "I told you I don't give a damn about t

Aaron looked down to Grayson’s hand wrapped around his bicep, then up into his face. Aaron: So, you’re a Maine. Grayson: I don’t see it. What makes you so special that they have to keep dancing around your precious feelings? Why should you know about me if I choose not to have it that way? So what if we share DNA? All I see when I look at you is a man playing with two women that I care for. With that, Grayson let go and both men returned to the car. The rest of the drive to the Hunter residence went by in silence. Grayson snuck them onto the grounds and led them to an abandoned garden cottage some distance from the main house.

“ That explains it.” Crimson tried to smile even though it faltered as he struggled not to look intimidated. Grayson tilted his head faintly, studying him with his eyes cold, measured, and dangerously so. “I was wondering what kind of man approaches another man’s wife alone in a private garden,” he continued. “Now I realize I gave you too much credit.” Crimson’s jaw tightened. “You’re misunderstanding..” “No,” Grayson cut in smoothly. “I understand perfectly.” His gaze swept over him with open disdain. “A bored man with too much money and too little self-control.”

It was a private joke that I kept to myself. Grayson smirked and whispered in my ear. “I’ll let you shave me if I can shave you.” He bounced his gaze to my nether region. I pulled him down for another kiss. “You’re so dirty and I love it.” I grinned. It would save me a chore if he kept his end of the bargain. “You’re the only woman who stars in my filthy mind.” He shot me a flirty wink. That acted like a stick of TNT, blowing my ovaries to smithereens. The temperature in the room became too hot to handle, boiling my pussy to combustion level. I needed to step outside and cool off. So, I nudged past Grayson and bolted through the cabin door.

“You’re ruining marinara for me forever.” I could have told her the truth: Grayson doesn’t kill for kicks the way Caisen sometimes does, like violence is a language he enjoys speaking. Grayson’s a math problem with a pulse. If he draws blood, it’s because he’s already calculated three futures where mercy costs more. He’s not kind; he’s efficient. The city calls it monstrous because it keeps them safer than admitting they need him. But saying that out loud would be admitting I knew the temperature of his thoughts. So I exhaled through a smile. “People love ghost stories. Makes them feel important.”

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"

I have found happiness,this new feeling with Grayson I didn't feel with Flynn. "Have you ever thought about the fact that Grayson doesn't see you the way you see him. Put it in your thick skull that he loves Bryanna,she is his wife. The love of his life and you are nothing but the other woman. The mistress,the whore,the slut,the home wrecker. But Bryanna, even in death she would still be the love of his life,the mother of his children " she taunts me "So tell me if he will ever see you more than the boss he slept with " she says and I finally snap.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”