Grayson Bible Baptist Church Novels & Stories

Greyson 9 am Monday morning came and went with no sign of Zoe. I paced the floor in front of Mabel's desk glancing at my watch and back at the unmoving private elevator. I should have never given Zoe a chance. I should have known this would happen. Zoe was a mess, incapable of organising a party in a brewery.

Grayson continued to smoke until all the cigarettes on the table were gone. He then grabbed his car keys and left. Once outside, he called Tristan. "Where are you?" "Oh, have you thought about me now? I'm in my shop. Are you coming?" "Yes." What happened? Did your wife infuriate you?" Grayson frowned. "I'll be there in half an hour." With that, he hung up. When Grayson arrived at Liquor Den, Tristan had already arranged a room for him.

**Archer** (4:31 PM): if ur dad killed u im telling the police it was him **Archer** (5:03 PM): ok fr answer or I'm coming over Lennon stared at the messages for a long minute before his thumbs started moving. **Lennon** (9:47 PM): I'm alive. For now. **Archer** (9:47 PM): JESUS finally. what happened?? **Lennon** (9:48 PM): he’s making grayson tutor me. privately. twice a week. starting next week. **Archer** (9:48 PM): ……….. **Archer** (9:48 PM): wait. THE grayson?? obsidian grayson??

The service is being held at my mom's church,where she and my dad got married and everyone is wearing white. To celebrate her life not her death. I haven't left Grayson's side since we came back from the hospital a week ago. Even after his family came three days ago. Abbie and Jake helped Erica with taking care of the girls and I alone helped Grayson. Mainly because he wouldn't talk to anyone except his kids. I sometimes have to baby talk him to eat. Sometimes he says hurtful things to me but I brush it aside because he was grieving. Everyone is sitting down while the pastor prays over Bryanna's opened casket.

But would the Moon Goddess be that stupid? "Can we talk about why you're really here, please?" Grayson hesitates for a long moment, before finally looking as if he has given up on our conversation, or at least getting me to see it in his point of view. "I have a proposal to make. Don't turn it down straight away," Grayson says. I narrow my eyes expectantly. After what Grayson and I have talked about so far, we don't tend to have the same opinions about things. "Okay..."

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

Reverend Marcus Stone was a man of God. At least, that's what the ten thousand members of Prosperity Covenant Church believed. That's what the television cameras captured every Sunday morning as he preached about righteousness and family values, his beautiful wife Sarah smiling from the front row, his three children perfectly groomed in their Sunday best. That's what his young secretary, Grace Miller, had believed too. Until three months ago. Grace had been working at the church for six months....fresh out of Bible college, eager to serve, naive enough to think that a man who spoke about God's love every Sunday actually lived those principles.

Three months to the day after he had proposed, Gray was in a church in Easley, South Carolina on a gorgeous September day. I pictured him standing there waiting for the ceremony to begin and imagined how dapper he'd look in a tuxedo. I had desperately wanted to go with Brett, had even talked to my psychiatrist about it, but in the end, my doctor and I agreed I had no business being there.

Grayson looked down at me and sighed. "That was Hunter Jackson the beta that replaced your pal Godfrey Cooper and he's now a hybrid with a hard-on for you," he grunted in irritation. "I'm not interested," I grumbled and Grayson chuckled as he carried me up the steps to his porch. "Go check on the children while I go shower and dress. I will come to get you for our meeting with the hybrids," he said softly and kissed my cheek. He sat me to my feet and Mabel came out from the kitchen happy to see us.