Grayson Book Novels & Stories

Gray was comfortably seated on one of the couches in the living room, with a book in hand, and without sparing them a glance, said nothing more. “Melanie’s got you reading now?” Caelum asked, initiating conversation. “Says it’s her favorite book yet,” Gray replied. “How many more of this must I read?” “A lot more,” Astraea answered. “She makes me read them too.” “This is taking forever,” Gray said, closed the book, and stood. He looked them over with an amused expression, Astraea noticing the glint of joy in his eyes. He turned to walk away. “See you around,” he said, waving a hand without looking back.

Grayson exhaled deeply before entering the room and grab the book in my hand, and then he glanced at Nicholas and looked at me after. "This book is my property and Nicholas never touched any of my belongings, unless you're lying to me." "She's not lying to you, Gray. I tried to reach that book, but I made a wrong move causing us to fell in wrong position. It is my fault not hers," At last Nicholas decided to saved me from getting scold again. Phew! I thought I need to begged him because Grayson is not a good lecturer and rather being taught by Asher than him, he's a terror.

Maybe she could take a lesson from his book. When Grayson and Ash released each other, both of the men had glistening eyes. Amber loved this emotionally vulnerable side of them. Especially Grayson. She loved those fleeting glimpses of the man who lived beneath his seemingly stone exterior. “Never feel like there isn’t anything you can’t tell me Ash. And if you ever feel like you need to use again or just need to talk to someone, just call me,” declared Grayson. Ash nodded, “I will. But I promise I’m good now. I just needed to get those things off my chest.”

He sighed, swirled the whiskey in his glass, and said, “Her name was Evelyn.” Sienna’s breath hitched. Grayson had never spoken about his late wife. Not to her. Not to anyone, as far as she could tell. She didn’t move, afraid that if she did, he would close himself off again. Instead, she simply waited, giving him the space to speak on his own terms. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers tightening around the glass. “She was… kind. And full of life. The kind of person who could walk into a room and make it warmer just by being there.”

He questioned while I chewed on my bottom lip and shrugged. "I'm not sure but I know for certain that he was worth more to Isabella alive," I said softly and he squeezed my hand. Grayson turned his head to me and asked if I knew what Mabel was warming for him and I shrugged. "Maybe a hot beef sandwich," I offered and he said, "yum," making me laugh. I was starting to like the ruthless Alpha but didn't feel comfortable enough yet to admit it or ask about his past. "Have you finished the book you borrowed?" Grayson asked me and I shook my head. I explained that I hadn't had time and had been running like crazy lately.

Only that we'd checked every poison in the book and none of the symptoms had matched with those of the victims; which had been an almost instant total damage of the organs. Something that deadly should have been written in the book. Unless... I took noticed of the way Grayson was staring at me. Like he was trying to figure something out. "What?" I asked a little consciously. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "Nothing," He said. "It's just that a few weeks ago you weren't as really... interested in the case as you seem now." What did that even mean? I thought silently even though I knew exactly what it meant. I was getting soft around them. These creatures I had sworn never to have

Grayson was different, he knew his mistakes and accepted it, she admired him even more. A sharp wince left her as she pricked her skin with the needle, when she heard a knock on her door. She held her breath for a moment, waiting to hear Gloria's voice for some reason but then it wasn't possible as Gloria was out of the city working on a charity retreat with the foundation she worked in. It had to be Grayson, she thought as she slowly strode towards the door.

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Grayson stepped to me again, kneeling so he could look up at my face from below. “What did he say?” Grayson asked, lowering his voice. “Just my name,” I whispered. “But it felt… close. Too close.” Grayson exhaled slowly, eyes sharp. “He is waking faster than expected.” I shook my head, swallowing the fear building inside my throat. “What if… what if it’s true? What if he’s dangerous? What if I hurt someone? Or hurt you?” Grayson grabbed my shoulders, squeezing firmly enough to anchor me. “Listen to me,” he said. “I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of losing you.”

Even my pleading eyes don't get much of a response. I'm not sure how much of his gentle grazing of fingertips I can handle. Yet still, with such delicate, calculated movements, he is giving me more pleasure than any other has given me, without even- Very suddenly, without a warning, Grayson swiftly sinks a single finger inside me. The feeling is so exquisite, I can't help the breathy moan that comes from my mouth, as I accept the spell he has caught me under. "That's it," Grayson murmured, his voice distant as he concentrated on my hips that ground down on his hand.