Elainna Grayson Novels & Stories

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to glance at the party, I made eye contact with Elijah as he chatted up with my bubbly sister, she was grining from ear to ear like the chesire cat, anymore desperate Quinn and you'd score him. Quinn had her hands all over his right arm, as she was most likely sweet talking him. That's all she's good at it, yet she was the perfect daughter, there are many words to desrcibe Quinn Brinx, and none of them is 'perfect'. Her silky grey dress hugged her body, falling down her chest just enough, to show cleavage, way to go Mom. I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Her eyes go to Gray, then back to me, as if she’s picked up on our exchange. “I can teach you a few moves, if you wanna catch up?” I offer Hannah, waggling my eyebrows. I’m just kidding around, but she’s not amused. “Fuck off,” Hannah mumbles, folding her arms across her chest and kicking the ground. Vienna and I exchange wide-eyed glances, both clearly feeling like Hannah’s overreacting, but we don’t poke the bear anymore. Gray steps forward, and my attention returns to him in laser-focus. He’s so damn sexy, with his perfectly tanned skin and his broad shoulders. He’s got a five o’clock shadow of stubble on his jawline, which only adds to his rugged appeal.

“The location of the Nromais is at 12 o’clock. Hurry!” At that same time, Ellaine sat on the sofa across the TV. She had a teen magazine on her lap and the box she received on her birthday on the side table. She was currently having one of the best weekends ever. First, there were no classes. Second, she had the house to herself because Aunt Caroline spent the day with her best friend. Now she had the best leisure time with all the entertainment she needed. And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day.

They both fall overly silent after that, the atmosphere is awkward. We sit in silence until Aeliana finds something that they can talk about. I learn her name through their chattering, and I find her quite smart. It’s a wonder how Alpha Grayson managed to land himself a young wife as smart as Luna Bridget, she doesn't look old enough to be his children's mother.

As if I cared or gave two fucks who they crowned and didn't crown. “Eliana made a meeting with Nyra and Grayson happen, after that he's been practically glowing this past few days” my brows shot up to my head as I glanced at the love struck Grayson. “What?” I asked, the sentence sounding foreign to my ears. Eliana did what?. How did that even happen?.

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

"She said she would invite you to a reception." Mrs. Grayson is Alan Grayson's mother. A month ago, she added her as a friend on I*******m at the Owl Group anniversary, and then she began to contact herself frequently. Some more, she also brought a lot of business to Kim. Almost all the rich wives who made friends with the Grayson family ordered clothes from her. It's said that Mrs. Grayson is going to take herself to a cocktail party, but she frowns instinctively. She can't drink. Isn't going to the cocktail party a disappointment?

Stella Grace gave Eli Wayne a call after showing her final respects to her mother. "Natalie, I have some good news. Sean has signed the contract with Aneira. He promised me that I could travel for a month with my baby. Hahahahaha, my happy days are finally coming," Eli said happily as soon as she answered the phone.

"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.