Ethan Grayson Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

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.

Ethan Blackwood is the infamous Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, he is feared and respected. A Billionaire aristocrat with businesses straddling both worlds in technology, real estate, private security, even a chain of luxury hotels which also double as pack safehouses. To everyone who isn't a wolf, Ethan is the dark prince of society. Handsome, impossibly rich, and constantly in the gossip columns. Women fall over themselves for him. Three engagements broken, each more scandalous than the last.

It was often said that their family had direct ties to the olympian gods. Who wouldn't want to marry into their family when it was the opportunity to gain wealth, power and fame? But Ethan Reynolds? He was a different breed, the very zenith of perfection. Before the age of twenty-five, he had established himself as the youngest self-made billionaire and the youngest eligible billionaire bachelor on the Forbes list. Presently, at age thirty, he had a spot among the world's top ten richest billionaires. With his insanely gorgeous looks, he was the man every woman fantasized about, the man who's success others marveled at…

“Thank you, sir. That means a lot.” “You have potential,” he said bluntly. “Don’t waste it.” My chin lifted a little. “I don’t intend to.” “Good.” With that, he turned back to his scotch. Conversation dismissed. I swallowed hard and turned slightly, only to meet the sharp, observing eyes of Eleanor Grayson. Ethan’s mother. She was the embodiment of old money elegance, pearls resting against her pale collarbone, icy blue eyes that gave away nothing, and lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

The air hits me hard once I got out. I take a deep breath, then raise my hand and flag down a cab that’s just pulling past the entrance. It stops. I climb in immediately. “Where to?” the driver asks. “My house,” I say. “Forlorn Estate.” The car pulls away. I lean back against the seat, my head pounding, my arm throbbing, my entire body aching, but my anger keeps me upright. Ethan wanted to play dangerous? Fine. He has officially touched the inner demon of Riley Grayson, CEO of Grayson Holdings.

He ran down the stairs so quickly he practically toppled his mother. "Mom, you look great." He said and he meant it. Catherine wore a navy blue floor length dress with just the slightest of sparkle. Somehow the dress, or her son's compliment seemed to make her olive eyes sparkle with just the slightest hint of gold. "Mom, can you do me a huge favor?" Ethan asked. He continued on before she could answer, "Can you let Emma know I decided to drive myself to the party so I can hang out with the guys after?"

She asked gently, "Honey, what is wrong with you? What troubles you? Your mind seemed to be preoccupied with something, even when I walked into your office, you didn't notice me? So, tell me. What is the problem? Are you troubled because of business?" Ethan held her hands in his palm and guided them towards his lips. He kissed them gently and said, "Not at all, baby. Your man is never worried about business, because he never failed in business." Aviana spoke, "Oh, I almost forgot. He is the Ceo of G&K company, a top billionaire in LA. Come on, Ethan. We are all humans and we all tend to have one thing troubling us, billionaires are no exception." "Besides, I know you too well. I can tell tha

Rachel replied, her voice filled with cautious optimism. Liam nodded, glancing back at her. Just then the door to the hospital room opened and Aretha and Ethan walked into the room. Ethan was dressed in a sharp business suit, with a dark gray jacket and matching pants. His white shirt was crisp, and he wore a simple black tie that added to his polished look. Everything about his outfit spoke of professionalism and confidence. It was expected from him, as he was the Vice President of Carrington Investments, a position that carried weight and responsibility within the family company. His demeanor reflected not only his role but the future expectations placed on him.