Elainna Grayson Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Arianna: “Are you sure that she wouldn’t need…?” “Arianna, mom and Yelena are here, they would help me if I need anything,” Irina said, stopping me. “Go and have fun, okay?” Kai had her son, Alex, in his arms while she had Alina in hers. He smiled as he looked at her, and I couldn’t help but find my chest swelling as I knew that he was building something with the woman that he wanted to be with.

So an Angel was given to us. And then she would give birth to Thea. Her destiny is calling for her. She has to be stronger for that. I will make that happen. I took my granddaughter with one last look at my wife Elizabeth, whom I know will never be able to see again.

he explained. Tate's grip on my hand tightened. "Grayson White? I spoke to him on the phone last week. He was giving me the update on that whole deal. I'm Alpha Tate Pines by the way. I apologize for my first impression. My mate and I were in a private quarrel before all of this," he said diplomatically. I rolled my eyes and took my hand away from his. "Actually, he was just being an asshole and I was being pissed," I corrected with a smug look. Kai chuckled and patted my back. "You're just like your mother.

"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.

I tell the guys. “I have good news,” Allen says all excited, passing his phone to me. “What does this have to do with the situation at hand?” I hiss, as I toss his phone that has the picture of a blonde getting into the car back at him. “That is Elena Grayson,” he informs and I stretch my arms forth to take the phone from where I toss it to have a better look at the lady in the video. “But she looks a lot different…” I voice out. “She does look a lot different, but everything makes sense now,” he says and I see a satisfactory smile plastered to his face through the center mirror.

“I mean…yeah boyfriend, sorry. She’s the one we saved last time! They joining us so let’s intense ourselves.” I covered my throat as Snow urged me to go first. A beautiful girl with flawless skin and a poreless face came to me. Her skin might be the palest here. But not pale, just healthy pale. And her height…she looks so tall! She must be the tallest woman here! Damn. She looks like a doll! I was stunned to even get near her. “Hey….I believe we haven't talked hay much. I am Ellaina. HalfKoreann half Filipino, and I model. Welcome to our friend group.” I couldn’t look at her properly as she was too pretty.

Madam Elle retorted, trying to hold back her sad smile. "You look incredibly stunning. Take care of Grayson, he's such a big baby. Gentle at heart but rough outside. Don't let attitude push you away from him. He was well taken care of, that's why." Just as they were about walking on, Yara felt a hand gently hold her wrist.

Her smile twitched, but she held it. Ethan appeared then, flanked by his assistant. One of Elora's misery. Her tailored cream pantsuit and posture screamed greed. She looked at me with a sly smile. I narrowed my eyes. Ethan looked up and saw me. “Uncle,” Ethan said quickly, but I cut him off. "Did she become a Grayson already?" The silence was immediate. Eleanor lowered her glass. Charles stopped mid-sip. Even the butler froze like a bad actor missing his cue.

Same way her eyes go soft when she’s worried. Elena. My sister. Elias married her twenty-two years ago. Said it was love. Said the car accident was ice. I was there that night. The road was dry. The brakes weren’t. Elias needed Carter blood. Elena had Marriott blood. That made her a problem with a heartbeat. So the heartbeat stopped. And her son grew up calling Elias Dad The math has never been right. I’m correcting it. Vera knocks. “Gray is here.” Gray. Not his name. Men in his line of work don’t have names. They have functions.