Emperor Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

*** 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!”

Gray walked past Adrian who called to his attention but he immediately brushed them off and walked to Leez. " How I missed you Leez," Mr Gray said as he kissed the back of her hands. Mr Gray was an internationally accredited films director having several production companies. Everything he touched turned into gold. He was also known to be single, having openly acknowledged that the woman he loved had been snatched by another man, but he was still hopeful for the day he'd get her back.

"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."

The words froze on my tongue as my gaze locked onto a pair of piercing blue eyes. What the— Standing in front of Dad's bookshelf wasn't him but someone I never expected to see here: Alexander fucking Grayson. Alexander Grayson. CEO of Grayson Industries and the most notorious spoiled heir of Italy. The man whose mornings began with one woman in his bed and nights ended with another. A shrewd businessman gracing the covers of financial magazines for his success—and the tabloids for his infamous escapades. He wasn't just known for his corporate brilliance but for bedding celebrities and making headlines with scandals.

After 15 years the lycan empire which were formerly known as the lost palace were busy preparing for the arrival of the future emperor, Gordon. Other than being the future heir of the throne he was the son of his proud father, the Emperor Maxwell Edward Spencer.Despite being 65 years of age, he is ageing gracefully. He is a tall man of 6 ft and in great physical shape with toned muscle. Deep nut brown eyes, white wavy hair and ducktail beard. His aura screams power.