Emperor Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

He sat in his driver seat and looked at nothing. The phone was in his hand and his hand was at his side and the screen was black and somewhere behind him through the closed doors the celebration was continuing. Marcus Grey. In one week that name had gone from a piece of information delivered by a president in his living room to a commissioner flipping fifteen years of loyalty with the casual confidence of a man who believed he had just upgraded his protection. Marcus Grey had been back for three weeks and he had already turned one of Dimitri's most reliable assets.

*** While Carter’s Enterprises was celebrating its success, Blackwood Empire was now dominating the business world. Grayson’s company had climbed the rankings rapidly, surpassing even long-established corporations. Now, it was ranked Top 3 in the country. With every new project, every successful deal, Blackwood Empire kept proving why they were unstoppable. But for Grayson, the biggest victory wasn’t just business, it was personal. A month ago, he had finally told his father about Lena. He had made it clear that he was with her, and there would be no arranged marriage with the woman he had chosen for him.

“You just got so much more interesting. I see it now. There’s no way you’re the killer, but I’d hit that.” “You think I’m a killer?” Meanwhile, Grayson scoured the grounds with his men. He had one advantage over the others though. The one they were all looking for was looking for him too. The moment he felt her hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it, pulled her body towards his and threw her down in front of him onto her back. “One warning. You get one!” he yelled into her face. “Your suicide mission will never include hurting Emily or Keira. This ends with dad. It’s done!”

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

She blew out a breath between her teeth and took a sip, “How could things have gotten so complicated so quickly?” I frowned, “What do you mean?” Emoni took another sip and looked out the window, “That man… Greyson. He’s my mate.” My jaw dropped open as she chuckled wryly. “And he works for the woman who killed my mother and most of my pack,” Emoni shook her head. “The same woman who probably wants to kill me. He knows what we are to each other, and I can’t even trust myself with the knowledge.” She tossed back the rest of the whiskey with a hiss as the plane began to move.

He typed a brief reply: "Understood." The message failed to send. A red exclamation point appeared next to his text. Arthur stared at the screen for a moment, then tossed the phone onto his desk. He didn't care. He had a mountain of corporate disasters to fix—disasters Sarah had engineered. If she wanted to disappear, he would let her. The Grayson Empire: A Mother’s Poison Across the city at the Grayson International headquarters, Xavier Grayson had spent the day in a surprisingly buoyant mood. Rejecting Arthur Vance had felt like a victory for the "Demon CEO." That mood lasted until his phone buzzed.

"I've worked for you for seven years, and I've never seen you this happy. This settled." "I didn't know I could be this happy." Grayson ran his hand through his hair. "Before Luna, I was just going through motions. Building an empire I didn't even want, living up to a legacy that was rotten at its core. She made me want to be better." "You are better. You proved that by exposing your father's crimes, returning the patents, rebuilding from nothing." Marcus smiled. "Your mother would be proud." Grayson felt emotion tighten his throat. "I think she would be. I hope she would be."

She was not expecting James to still be holding a grudge against her about what happened in Cansington. “Emperor, I have a good relationship with Thea. We’re best friends who talk about everything…” “Good relationship? If you’ve got a such good relationship, you wouldn’t have severed ties as soon as I got in trouble.” “Emperor… Do you remember me?” A handsome young man in his 20s went up to James and lowered his head courteously. “You must be the owner of Gourmand in Cansington, Mr. Grayson. You’re a pretty good man,” James replied.