Elainna Grayson Novels & Stories

Tonight, he's learning more about their secretary, a man in his forties who enjoys playing with younger girls. "Sir," one of his subordinates join him at his table and takes a seat next to him. He looks around to make sure no one is listening before he unlocks his phone and shows him a series of pictures. Grayson looks at where his target is. He realises they're the pictures of the girls who are dancing with him. "Here is their information; Elena, the tall blond, seventeen. Sara, the long-haired, seventeen. Lucy, the one with the red dress, sixteen,"

While my other hand continued to scroll through the news. But no matter how many times I scrolled through the screen, Grayson's name kept appearing. Various articles ranged from those discussing his game, the injury he had just suffered, to articles about... a woman who was suspected of being his fated mate. I was too curious, so I clicked on one of the articles that contained a video. In the video, Grayson was seen holding the hand of a woman who looked as beautiful and sexy as a model. The article stated that Grayson had finally reunited with his childhood friend, an Alpha werewolf and former social media intern at Frost Maple named Kelly Harper Swan. At the end of the article, there was a

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

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.

My face changed as I said, “Ailina, what do you mean?” She answered with a smile, “Literally. You know well what you have done. This is the first time I have seen someone like you.” The other actress looked at me. I swallowed my saliva and said, “Ailina don’t slander me.” “Slander?” Alina smiled and nodded, “It's good blood. I give it back to you. I can make Greyson release the clarification post. I can also make him write a post about who is his lover. Do not challenge me.”

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.”

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“