Dirty Fanfiction Grayson Novels & Stories

Sam cautiously said, while staring at Sean’s bloodshot eyes. “Ms. Gray only spent a day in the hospital before they sent her back to prison. That was the only day that she did not get brutally mistreated. Since then, her suffering had been further intensified. One time, she took a bad hit while trying to protect the baby, which resulted in a loss of hearing. Ms. Gray is actually deaf in her right ear.”

“I ran from him, told him I was done with it, that I didn't want to be the next woman he cheats on. He begged me to give him a chance... and then he said he loves me.” The glass slips from Willow’s hand and clatters onto the table, her eyes wide with shock. “Grayson?” she gasps. “Grayson, the guy who sleeps with a different woman every night, said he loves you? That Grayson? Your brothers’ best friend, Grayson?” “How many times are you going to say Grayson?” I laugh nervously.

I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel Grayson’s gaze raking over me. “Amelia, isn’t it?” Grayson stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Such a shame to see a bright student like you wasting her time on… this.” His finger trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, before flicking my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I squeaked, trying to twist away, but Hale’s hold was iron. “What do you want, Grayson?” His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Grayson chuckled, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of me, bent over Hale’s desk just last week, my skirt hiked up, his hand buried between my thighs. My stomach dropped.

They claimed they weren't dating, but I was sure they were going on another date. "It's called Ghostwriting, Cathy." "Then, write your own stuff." She deadpanned. "I only write for the money as a side hustle. It's not a career path." "Whatever." "You guys should have fun though. I'll be there on the next one." I yelled out as Spencer rode past us without even saying bye. "Why lie?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, but then I remembered Blake was still present. "You're still going to make another excuse the next time. If it's not partying, you aren't in."

Grayson stepped to me again, kneeling so he could look up at my face from below. “What did he say?” Grayson asked, lowering his voice. “Just my name,” I whispered. “But it felt… close. Too close.” Grayson exhaled slowly, eyes sharp. “He is waking faster than expected.” I shook my head, swallowing the fear building inside my throat. “What if… what if it’s true? What if he’s dangerous? What if I hurt someone? Or hurt you?” Grayson grabbed my shoulders, squeezing firmly enough to anchor me. “Listen to me,” he said. “I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of losing you.”

Silent crying, the kind that came from being so exhausted that even making noise felt like too much effort. She cried until there was nothing left, until her eyes were swollen shut and her throat was raw and her chest ached from the force of it. And still, sleep would not come. --- [NEXT MORNING] Grayson sat on the edge of the guest bed, still fully dressed, staring at nothing. He had not even bothered to turn off the lights. What was the point? He was not going to sleep anyway. He had not slept properly in days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that thumbnail image. Every time he started to drift off, his mind conjured up scenarios of what might have happened, each one worse than the l

“I was cleaning some things out earlier. Actually, I was about to throw it away before you all arrived.” My gaze remained on him. “Throw what away?” “Waste,” he replied smoothly. “Things that aren’t useful to me and Clara anymore.” His eyes briefly flickered toward Clara again. She looked even worse now. Her fingers fidgeted nonstop beside her thighs. At some point she raised one hand and started biting against her fingernails. Her actions wasn’t helping Grayson’s situation at all. I stepped further towards Grayson. “Open the bag.” Grayson’s jaw tightened. “There’s no need for that. You're an Alpha and shouldn't see things like garbage.”

We have to be available at all hours of the day for the other females. Grayson walks into the room with Liam at his side. "Well, here come my 2 favorite men in the whole world." Liam came running up to me. "Look what Grayson bought me." He presses a red firetruck in my face. All I could do is just laugh. "You shouldn't spoil him like that." I look at him sternly, but I know that I will have to give up eventually. "He told me he wanted to be a fireman when he grows up and I think all firemen should have their own firetruck."

the sicko says as he watches Mariah and the wolf. I swallow, but no words come to mind. I want to insult him and demand he let me go, but my fire is gone. The strength of his grip didn't match his appearance and that scared me even more. "Finley Gray is one of the main reasons why my little girls are gone,... Did you know that," he growls lowly as he eyes his surroundings. I shake my head and he chuckles without looking down at me. "I loved my daughters. I loved them so much. I thought coming to the Gray pack would be good for them, but it was a mistake. The Alpha is mated to a Layne and those twins... Trackers. My daughters deserved better," he says before grabbing my arm again.

“She got busy in Hawaii, so she insisted that my sister should be here to keep the women away.” His response made them laugh again and he pulled Doreen away before they could ask any more questions. The journalists moved in the direction of Dylan after Gabriel left but he was upset and spoke before they asked any questions, “No comments.” How dare they ignore him as soon as they saw Gabriel and come back as if nothing happened? Dylan was so upset he could not control his blend of anger and jealousy. “Mr. Grayson is so rude. I like Mr. Scott. He’s so elegant and polite,” one of the ladies commented. A lot of girls nodded their heads whilst Dylan grabbed Maeve’s hand and pulled her away.