Grayson Bible Baptist Church Novels & Stories

Shisha. There was no doubt they must have seen her as a cub amongst lions, and Emily hated that. She was determined to prove to them that she was mature enough to make decisions like they do. “Oh, this is our church,” Grace had later said. “Our church?” Emily asked. “Yeah. Dave,” — Grace counted her fingers as she mentioned — “Ope, Jessica, Martin and I.” “Martin's here too?” Emily started looking over their heads. “He's probably upstairs.” Christ's Disciples Ministry was enormous, so Emily could understand why she hadn't seen Martin, or any of them for that matter.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Amber reminded her. Ebony tisked and ignored Amber. Ash, the gentleman, escorted the diva across the warehouse to where the king had his broken knee propped up on some pillows. He’d heard many tales about the dark-skinned goddess but had yet to meet her in the flesh. Grayson didn’t look particularly pleased to have their first introduction when he was bruised and laid up. “Hello Ebony. I’ve heard many things about you. I’m Grayson Godwin.” She snorted, “As if I didn’t know that. Your face is always plastered around this city. If you are such a charitable man, you really should release some nudes-"