Grayson Book Novels & Stories

“ That explains it.” Crimson tried to smile even though it faltered as he struggled not to look intimidated. Grayson tilted his head faintly, studying him with his eyes cold, measured, and dangerously so. “I was wondering what kind of man approaches another man’s wife alone in a private garden,” he continued. “Now I realize I gave you too much credit.” Crimson’s jaw tightened. “You’re misunderstanding..” “No,” Grayson cut in smoothly. “I understand perfectly.” His gaze swept over him with open disdain. “A bored man with too much money and too little self-control.”

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

“Who is it? If it isn’t a family member, send them back.” “It…it. She said her name is Genevieve Brent Gray.” “Genevieve Brent Gray?” ****** [A/N] Dearest readers, this author is returning to this book. I'm so sorry for my lack of updates recently. I left this book for a while due to its little or no sales and 0 comments/reviews from y’all readers. Not to worry, I'll be updating frequently from now on! If you're reading this book, creating is hard. Please help this book grow by leaving comments/reviews (these are reallyyyyy important) and voting with your precious gems. I get motivation from these.

Grayson mumbled. “Before Scarlett did you ever feel unwanted?” “Not exactly unwanted, but I knew I didn’t belong. I was different from my family and they expected so much from me. Only when I met Scarlett did I feel that I had a place I belonged and someone who really believed in me. And she let me take care of her.” “In what way?” Dr. Malik smiled slightly. Grayson glanced over at me. “It’s not really my place to say.” Dr. Malik’s gaze focused on me. “Um…I’ve struggled with a drug addiction since I was sixteen.” I whispered. “I’ve overdosed twice. Each time Gray has been there for me. Lee was too, the last time.”

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

We’re turning the spotlight onto someone you've all grown to love… 🌞 Sienna. The sunshine. The firecracker. Evelyn and Jacob’s golden girl. But don’t let the sweetness fool you—her story? It’s forbidden. It’s messy. And it’ll break you in the best way. Because it has Alexander Grayson—and he isn’t the kind of guy who needs fixing—he is the kind of man who will leave you so fucked up that you’d beg him to fix you. So buckle up, because this next chapter? It’s not just a story. It’s an obsession.

The guy was ready to ride into the sunset with Christine—an ice-cold, calculating bitch who damn near destroyed him—and now, because she burned him, he thinks it's okay to treat Ashley like shit. I take a step closer, arms still crossed. "You don't get to use your fucked-up marriage as an excuse to be a dick now. Ashley's not Christine. She's loyal, fun, and actually gives a shit about you, not what you can give her. And instead of manning up, you're ghosting her just because shit's getting too real." Gray's eyes flash, a storm brewing behind them. His knuckles whiten around the glass, the vein in his temple pulsing.

Grayson. Of course it was him and his creepy stalking. I clenched my fist angrily. This is fucking manipulation. Definitely him trying to soften me up, trying to make me think he actually cared, trying to get under my skin and maybe break my walls just so he can hurt me again like he always did. But I was no fool. I might have been once, but never again. No matter how much he pretended, I knew him. Grayson Holt doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it.

Grayson: The events of last evening left me so confused. How can I be someone else’s mate when I have Gabriel? He wasn't lying either: I felt the sparks and the same bond I felt with Gabe when we first met. Of course, it was nowhere near as strong as the bond between Gabriel and I now, but I still felt slightly drawn to the other guy, no matter how much I tried not to be.

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.