Grayson Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

She knew that Malisha was not going to reconcile with him so soon. Grayson takes Malisha to a library, and she tries as hard as she can not to look around. He knew she was a writer, and loved books. They don't say anything for a bit, and Malisha says, "You called me here so that we can talk, no? If you have nothing to say, I will be on my way now."

Kian is the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up in the morning. "Come on. Just leave," Grayson mumbles to himself, heading to the stairs, but he stops and looks at the metal door again. His chest tightens at the thought of something happening to Kian during his absence. Grayson sighs and lazily walks to the grey room. He opens the door and finds Kian reading in the corner under dim lights. Grayson asked the maids to bring him some old books from the library. "Grayson?" Kian closes the book and looks at him with surprise. It's been days since he saw him. "Are you going somewhere?" he asks, eyeing the tuxedo.

I asked, leaning against the warm metal of the truck. "When I can find something that isn't soaked in oil," he said, his jaw tightening. "My old man thinks books are for the weak. He'd rather spend the coin on whiskey." I couldn't wrap my head around that. In my house, books were life. I’d been reading since I was four, hiding in the library to escape the pitying looks of the warriors. I couldn't imagine a world where words were a waste of time. Grayson stood up, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. The air between us suddenly felt thick, charged with something I didn't understand.

“Wow. Gray really went all out with the color palette—beige and black. Bold choices.” Theo plopped down on a couch. “At least he’s consistent.” “So if we rearranged his books alphabetically,” Nate said, tracing his finger along the spine of Grayson’s books. “would that drive him insane or just mildly irritate him?” “Normally, it would drive him insane,” I said. “But it’s you guys so he’ll just be mildly irritated.” “But would mildly irritated multiplied by two push him to full-blown insanity?” Josh asked. Before I could answer, he flipped Grayson’s pen holder upside down.

she answered in a small voice, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. When he was done, Grayson set the ointment aside but didn’t move away. He leaned back slightly, his arm resting on the pillow beside her as his eyes lingered on her. “What are you reading?” Aurora blinked, startled by the sudden question. Her fingers curled around the edge of the book. “Oh… um, just something about artistry.” Grayson’s gaze slid down to the book on her lap. He didn’t miss the way her cheeks flushed under his scrutiny.

Grayson hastily stretched on tiptoe, pulling all the books off the shelf and placing them on the table. “...” Lalisa glanced at Mrs. Grayson’s urgent actions, feeling uncomfortable. Mrs. Grayson stood there, rapidly flipping through each book one by one. Lalisa followed her, helping to turn the pages. Their eyes fell on a book in the stack of books on the table. That book was right in Mrs. Grayson’s hand.

Alright, I never thought I would update this book again, but I'm pissed off. I'm really annoyed and fucking hurt. I can't believe how bloody rude some people can be and I'm tempted to not even write the second book because people commenting on this are so inconsiderate. I know the ending isn't happy, but not all books are happy and do you think I wanted to kill off Greyson ? Not really, I loved writing his character, but it happened and I've had the ending planned since I started writing this book and I know what I want to happen after. I wouldn't be able to write the second book if Greyson didn't die because I've been planning it for ages, so if you want Greyson to be alive right now then y

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

"This is far from typical werewolf bonding or any relationship dynamics I've read about. Even for magical entanglements, this is... unprecedented." As we spoke, Gray scribbled notes on a pad, his expression like a man piecing together a particularly complex puzzle. Finally, he stood up and walked over to one of his bookshelves, filled with antique volumes that seemed as ancient as the wisdom they contained. He scanned the spines before pulling down a book that looked older than time. Flipping through its delicate, aged pages, he stopped at an intricate triangle illustration and placed the book in front of me. The triangle was surrounded by symbols resembling a blend of arcane runes and somet