Emperor Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

he muttered, "My degree?" I asked now confused, "I always wondered why you never went to college. I am guessing he is the reason?" he asked, though he seemed like he already had his answer, "Yes, he is," I confirmed, "I don't need to ask who his father is, he is a replica of his father, now I understand his behavior that day," Grayson said with a small smile, he bent to Alex's level bringing his hand out for a handshake, "I am Grayson, your mum's friend" he introduced,

For a moment, he swore he heard his teeth chattering. “I-Im s-sorry! I-I didn't realize-” “Enough! I'll contact you when my men have completed their search. Expect to hear back from me no later than tomorrow at noon.” “Y-Yes, your majesty!” Mark said, and Grayson ended the call. “The nerve of that asshole! He's lucky I didn't get my brother's teleporting abilities. My hand would have been wrapped around his throat so quick,” Grayson said, and Maverick chuckled.

"Goodbye, Victoria." The Blackwood family followed him out without another word. Victoria's cries echoed behind them, but no one looked back. In the hallway, Grayson faced the family with determination burning in his eyes. "I have to find Ember," he said. "I have to tell her the truth and beg for her forgiveness." Father nodded slowly. "We all do. But will she even listen to us after everything we've put her through?" "She will." Grayson said desperately. But even as he said the words, doubt gnawed at him.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Austin POV I stood there rooted to the spot as Leslie walked away. The words she said echoed in my head. Leslie Grayson. Granddaughter of Harold Grayson. Harold Grayson was a legend in the business world. A ruthless tycoon who built an empire from scratch and was known for never forgiving a slight. A man who didn't even have a photo of himself in any public domain. It would be a miracle to catch one or two pictures of his interviews or videos which didn't last on the media for twenty four hours.

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

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.

“Lucian was raised knowing the truth. But you never knew.” “He grew up watching the empire my father built while he and his mother lived in the shadows,” Grayson murmured. “Of course he hates me. To him, I inherited everything he was denied.” Elena turned to him. “But why now? Why blow up a hotel? Why stalk Sophie?” Grayson’s jaw tensed. “Because now he knows I have something to lose.” That Night – Grayson’s Penthouse, The air was thick with tension. Elena stood in the dimly lit kitchen, staring into her tea, her fingers trembling slightly. Grayson came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.