Grayson Book Novels & Stories

RALI "I hardly obsess over things, Zerali," Grayson's voice only fueled my irritation as he undid the buttons of my black shirt. "I am mostly focused on business and barely have time for women. But you ..." he exhaled through his nose and gave a small shake of his head, as if even he couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. "There was something about meeting you. It was like finding a missing piece in a puzzle I didn't know was incomplete."

Then his voice, low and rough; "Can’t sleep again?" I turned my head slowly. Grayson stood in the archway, wearing gray sweatpants and a faded navy T-shirt. Hair tousled, jaw shadowed with stubble, barefoot. Not as shirtless as last time but somehow more dangerous like this. More real. "Something like that," I murmured. His eyes fell to my sketchbook. "You are still drawing." "Helps clear my head." He walked farther in and stood a few feet away, hesitating like he wasn’t sure if he should sit or leave. I could see the debate play out on his shoulders. I didn’t say anything.

I replied simply. That got me a really murderous look. "How do you come to the conclusion that they are wrong? Who are you anyway? ”His eyes glided over me. "I have never seen you before." "I'm Grace Shanks and I started my internship at the guild a few days ago." His eyebrow went up. “And you are taking the liberty of criticizing my work? You don't even know ... "

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

she whispered. Grayson squeezed her hand, his voice steady. “You’ll never have to find out.” After their café stop, Grayson drove them to a small bookstore. Lena ran her fingers along the spines of the books, the smell of paper and ink calming her in a way she couldn’t explain. She picked out a novel, and they sat on a worn-out couch in the corner, Grayson reading over her shoulder. It was quiet, simple, perfect. But Lena’s mind eventually drifted back to Mark. To the lawsuit. To the fear of what could still go wrong.

Here goes nothing! 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓 Greyson's POV All Sunshine's gift was inside the private room's closet. I am still undecided how to give it to her without looking like I am a psycopath. That's dad not me. I am currently reading How to talk to anyone by Leil Lowndes and I am almost finish reading it. So far I don't learn anything. I heard Kurt knock on the door so I press the button on my table to open the glass door.

It had been a long time since Grayson had found joy or wonder in anything. Grayson placed the book back into its spot on the shelf. The time for games and reminiscing was through. Summer had ended in more ways than one. He threw back his head to swallow down the pill from the bottle in his suit jacket. He chased it with a sip of scotch. He placed himself in the chair once more, this time with the girl’s file in his lap. He read over the contents again. It helped to be prepared. This time he would not be blindsided. He knew everything there was to know about his next surrogate. This time there would be no mistakes.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

GRAYSON For the third time that morning, I had to start afresh because I had just been flipping pages but not paying attention to what was in said pages. Why hasn’t she texted or called? She had my contact, if she wanted to reach out, it wouldn’t be too hard so why hasn’t she? Bigger problems Grayson. Focus. Oh yes. I returned my attention back to the file in my hand. I successfully finished reading and groaned in frustration right after. It was another dead end!