Emperor Mark Grayson Romane & Geschichten

"Amelia. This is Mr. Stark Grayson, and you are going to get married to him tomorrow." I gasp in shock. Stark Grayson. The name rang a bell in my head. This man sorted over here is Stark Grayson, and I'll be getting married to him. The owner of a very prominent organization, The Grayson Enterprise, and also a rival to my dad's company. A man who was rumored to be ruthless and cruel. Someone who brutally kills people with just the snap of his fingers. I even heard he was a sadist that owned multiple slavery clubs and apparently lived a wild lifestyle. I heard he had connections to the mafia or some sort.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

A moment later, the address and number came through. My stomach twisted when I read his name again. Opening G****e, I typed it in. Grayson Knight . I clicked the first result his Wikipedia page. And the first thing that hit me… Was his face. I’d expected an old, creepy, rich man with a taste for younger people. But Grayson was young. Handsome. And disgustingly wealthy. It said he’d built his empire himself. From nothing. And fast. One of New york’s youngest and richest bachelors.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

Devrim muttered when he finally regained the use of his voice. The door handle clattered again, and with a surge of adrenaline, Devrim was at the entrance with sword drawn. A gravely voice invaded the room. "I am here, Your Majesty. This better not take too…Who are you?" The Emperor halted his downward thrust when he saw Grisley's face looking back at him. "Gandr?" Devrim asked tentatively. "Gandr?!" Grisley repeated, equally confused.

"A substitution?" Devon ran to Mr Grundy, requesting. "Yes, I know!" He responded, sighed and dropped his temple to his fingers while trying to figure out who'd best replace Jack's position as the big man. "McCleron!" Devon cracked Mr Grundy's already panting mind. "Uh?" "Trust me Sir, McCleron can do it." He wasn't sure if he could, but he would have to trust his guts or call it quits now before it becomes too late tom

I have to admit, he never thought he would see me again, but now he has to accept he will see me a lot more. “So come on, as not much was explained, the story?” Dwayne looks at me waiting. “I was hiring someone to answer calls and things. A woman called Opal came for an interview. I did the interviews in the garages. We got to talking and well one thing led to another pretty quickly, next thing we were both naked on the garage floor covered in grease and well Mr Grayson walked in and that was the moment I found out she was married.” I shrug my shoulders like it was nothing.

How did he able to find my deepest secret? "Confused?" He smirked, "Want me to make it more clear?" "Yes, please." "Very well, then. I'm very pleased to enlighten your confused mind and tell you the story how I find your brother..." He rose from his seat and walked towards me. Then, he stopped inches away from me before lifting my chin. "I am Grayson Martinez, a billionaire who own lot of underground businesses in this country. You are under my rules, and you have to obey me with all your might."

Without the Immortal Body, the Immortal Emperor was hit by the Flaming Phoenix. Boom! The stars trembled without stopping. Terrifying purple flames devoured everything. Countless stars exploded and turned into ashes. The purple flames raged for a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating. A figure covered in black smoke rushed out. It was the Immortal Emperor. Everyone gasped. At this moment, the Immortal Emperor was in a sorry state. He was like a roasted pheasant completely charred, emanating black smoke. His clothes were in rags, and his hair was scorched. Blood hung from the corners of his mouth.