Elainna Grayson Novels & Stories

"I need you to distract Darius tonight so I can ask him." I watch through the crack in the toilet door as Selena Wilkins fluffs her horrible hair and makes her stupid lips look gross and sticky with her lip gloss. What sort of thirteen year old needs lip gloss? And high heels, they're totally impractical for anything, we live on the Moors for Goddess' sake! Not that I'm being petty or anything because for the last few minutes she's been talking about how hot Coal is and how she is going to make him her boyfriend.

The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but life was hard, food scarce. Then, came Annalise. A beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. Annalise, who had shared her food, her stories, and most importantly, a newfound hope. Elara’s voice trembled as she spoke of Annalise’s dream of escaping to a faraway land, a land filled with endless pastries and endless kindness. And then, Spencer. The fear that clouded Elara’s voice as she described the cold fury in his eyes, the way he dragged Annalise away, sent a shiver down my spine.

“So it was Greyson who splashed dirty water on Ailina. Who is the homewrecker? I am sure that Greyson is with a home wrecker.’ “Ailina is so beautiful. I don’t think she would stay with the old man and ugly man.” “Ailina is beautiful, but she has never acted in any TV drama, nor did she major in visual and performing arts. How does she become the female lead? I think that there is something fishy.” “I heard that this time, the biggest investor of the movie is ‘Joy of Life is the Haytt Group. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the Haytt Group, will it?”

she whispered under her breath. "I didn't know that you can still afford to go in that kind of luxurious place," she commented as if Isabella has done anything wrong. "She's with me," Elijah said in a professional come manner. "Ah, that's why..." Nerissa sounds mocking. "By the way, I am Elijah Grayson."Elijah stood up and extend her hand. Nerissa shake hands with him. "You are probably, Mateo Villanueva..." Elijah also extended his hand for him. Mateo's jaw clenched, he glance coldly at Isabella before turning to Elijah and not even bothering to shake his hand.

“I need all the details, got a name? What does she look like?” “Her name’s Elara,” Grayson blurted out, his voice filled with pain. “Elara Von Halen.” Jason leaned closer, his cold eyes locked on Grayson’s. "What does she look like?" Grayson closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and recall what the woman looked like. “Umm…She’s tall.... Dark hair. Pale skin. Always in some kind of expensive outfit, usually black. She’s intimidating. She’s got this look... like she knows everything. Like she’s always a step ahead.”

Maris had helped her with this, providing her with the necessary documents, the training, the connections she would need to reinvent herself. Elara became Elena Grey, a wealthy heiress from a distant branch of an old, aristocratic family. It was a carefully crafted persona, one that would allow her to blend in seamlessly with the elite of society, while also giving her the freedom to move unnoticed in the shadows. With her new identity in place, Elara began to make her way into the world of the wealthy and powerful. She attended parties, galas, charity events—anywhere she knew Cassia and Adrian would be. She was careful, always staying in the background, observing, gathering information, wai

A rumor wasn’t about to dictate her choices. She found Grayson in his office, lost in work. He had on a close-fitting black dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, bulging veins on his forearms as he read a document. His eyes were focused, the soft glow of his desk lamp cutting shadows across his face. "Grayson," she said, moving in. He looked up. “Yeah?” “I’m going to Alina Flores’ event tonight. It’s also her debut album launch.” His face stayed the same, but she saw a small spark in his eyes.

So she decided to figure it all out on her own. Meanwhile, Ellen took a deep sigh, knowing she would have just caught planning against her cousin by one and only her ride or die best friend. She could only imagine what she might have looked like being all beaten up by Sira and if Jason had to know? 'Fuck no! I have to stop thinking bullshit.' She thought. 'For once, I like to know that Mr. Grayson exists on this planet.' She grinned evilly, thinking her first part of the plan was kind of a success with seventy to thirty chances of success or failure. 'At least, Gracie will be out of the second round and definitely out of my way soon.'

With that, Xavier emerged in the mirror at which Elena staring, holding Eliana on his lap. Eliana just got out of the 18th birthday party Greyson threw for her alone, wearing a crop top, a spangle skirt and age-inappropriate makeup. She had been taller, with dyed long curly hair which Elena didn’t have, looking up at the devil Alpha with a flattering smile. Xavier kissed her cheek and reached his wrinkled hand into her top. “You are far more beautiful than you twin.” The gray-haired old man squeezed her puffy breasts out of her v-neck as he leaned to sniff her virginal fragrance, “Look at her hair! She’s just a tomboy.”