Dirty Fanfiction Grayson Novels & Stories

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

"He isn't garbage. He’s cleaner than Peggy. She smells like sour milk and desperation." "I know." Lily wrinkled her nose. "I had to sit next to her in history. So, why did you actually bring him?" I looked at the workshop where Grayson was lost in the steel. I didn't have the words for it then—the way his eyes looked when he talked about fixing things, or the way the mark on his back made me want to burn the world down. "Because he’s the only interesting thing in this valley," I said. The workshop door creaked open. Grayson walked out, his hands covered in black oil, his face smeared with grease. He looked up at the loft, his eyes finding mine instantly.

Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation. “I can’t thank you enough for this right now, Delia,” Grayson says, his voice deep and saddened. His bright blue eyes duller than they used to be, and his dark hair much more gray than it was just a few weeks ago. Everything has been taking such a toll on him. I inwardly sigh, wishing I could do more to help him. “Aw, you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” she purrs with a wink. “Alpha.”

I had spent all my money on his care, so maybe that's why he got angry when he found out I had stopped my education at that time. Ah, my tears are falling again. I quickly wipe them away because I don't want Dylan to see me crying. If he didn't see me cry when he was alive, then he shouldn't see me cry now. Hey, I don't want him to mock me up there! Ding. Oh, I have a new message on my phone. It's from Grayson. He'll be here soon. As for Grayson, he is certainly continuing his dream and his work as an athlete. Now he is even a respected senior because his personality has completely changed. He has become a very wise person and is no longer as foul-mouthed as he used to be.

Chapter 43 Grayson eventually stood up from the bed. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't understand what sort of dream he had and what it meant? But he waw quite aware of the fact that Tiffany was a hideous bitch. As he left the purple colored room, his mind drifted to Yara. He had vented his anger for her, when she was not the cause of his damn problem. He felt ashamed for having acted like that. But he wasn't himself when he had woken up.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

he paused, his eyes pinning Eli in place, "we can work out another arrangement. Right now. So you can drive your pretty car home tonight." Eli's throat went dry. "What kind of arrangement?" A slow smile spread across Grayson's face, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was a predatory smile. "You're a sharp-looking kid. You look like you've never done a hard day's work in your life. But you have… other assets." He pushed himself off the doorframe and took a step closer. The air in the small office suddenly felt thick, charged. "I'm a simple man with simple needs. And I'm tired."

Kian has the power to awaken his most lustful parts and make him lose all control. Grayson's thighs are still sore as he put a lot of effort into Kian. It's been a long time since he slept with someone, but it was worth the wait because he got to fuck the hottest man he's ever known. Grayson comes back inside to check if his men succeeded in their mission. He looks at the people dancing with disgust and pushes them when they get in his way. Everyone's getting too drunk, and the alcohol makes them do things they will regret the next day.

Vivian didn't like Georgia Christenson, the only reason she told her that her mother-in-law was because she had kids with Grayson and it wasn't only taking it it was one kid it was a baby girl and she wanted to baby feel to get to know her grandmother but when she found out that she was pregnant with Eli, she was afraid, to tell the truth, and kept it a secret from everyone but she did make sure that she had her paperwork in order and that when the time came the truth would come out and everybody would know what happened and why it happened. Ever since Sunday afternoon Grey hadn't been himself. May not notice that his mother had gone down and he was moodier than most days when he had come do