Grayson Book Novels & Stories

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

Reading me like his favorite book, he forces a hand down between us, and palms my crotch. When he feels the wetness that’s soaked through the fabric of my pants, he can’t unfasten his fast enough. If I weren’t so fucking horny for him, I’d laugh. Grayson’s stiff cock practically springs out the moment he unzips and…Holy Moses, it’s glorious, a magnificent monument to male perfection. Thank you!

Grayson had a lot of questions, but after telling him to butt out when he was with Brianna, Slate never resurfaced, as if he did not exist without her. Just as he walked through the door, he was bombarded with the report of another animal attack, so his entire morning had been occupied by calls, questions, and site visits, pushing Brianna to the back of his mind. Still, she was never far from it, as her image popped into his mind every time he had a minute to think. Visions of her lovely smile, captivating brown eyes, or just the conversation they had the night before jumped up when he was unaware. Grayson had been satisfied with his life. He had lived in Silvercreek all his years, and he di

Another, I stood in front of a familiar door, my hand on the doorknob. I turned the knob and stumbled inside. Grayson had been reading on the bed. “You are back early,” he said, without looking up. Then he sniffed and dropped the book right out of his hands. His gaze snapped to me, and he stood from the bed, the book forgotten on the floor. “Lillian, what’s happened to you?” he asked, looking me over. I shuffled toward him and collapsed into his arms. His body was so warm, I practically purred in his embrace. I rubbed my face into his chest, taking in his scent, leather and pine. Masculine and strong.

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but the quietness here felt comforting after Vincenzo’s intense growling. Grayson was propped against the headboard, a thick book resting lazily in his hands. He didn’t look up right away and turned a page first, as if he had all the time in the world. Then finally he set his book aside and met my gaze. A slow sigh escaped him, laced with a wry sort of resignation. “So,” he spoke as his amber eyes were steadied, “you have to face your cheating mate alone, just because your so-called husband is unable to defend you.”

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

"Will do. And Gray? Whatever's going on with your mystery woman... be careful. I should have an update on Joy Smith's husband soon." Grayson nodded, watching his friend climb into a waiting car before heading to his own vehicle. The drive home took twenty minutes. Twenty minutes where Grayson's mind raced with everything Nate had said about Prue, everything he'd observed, all the pieces that didn't quite fit together. His brownstone appeared, warm light glowing from the windows. He'd left them on this morning, not wanting to come home to darkness. Morgan's ghost still haunted these rooms sometimes, but he was exorcising her piece by piece. The bed had been the first thing to go.

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

Her earnings for a whole year couldn't even buy a toilet from the Kai building. Sienna was finally persuaded; she took the black card. "I understand." Grayson's face eased up a bit. He stood up and said to Sienna, "Let's go." Sienna was confused. "Where?" Grayson's black eyes had an unusual expression. "It's time to apply the cream." Apply the cream. Skin to skin... Body to body... Sienna thought of the subtle sparks between them last night and felt numb inside. She was in a hundred percent regret. Why did she agree to do it for Grayson from the beginning? There's now no going in and no turning back.