Novel & Cerita Grayson Dolan

"Why didn't you take his body? You shoukd have taken his body! " "Leila," I shook my head at him, too depressed with my grief. "Tyler isn't dead." I don't listen, weeping in his arms and he lifts my head. "Leila..." Pushing me aside, my mate stalks towards the back of the cave, everyone fleeing from his direction. "Diana! Where is my child, Daina!" Grayson growls as he stalks like a mad person towards his faux Luna. Daina's feet backpedals, with every step that he makes forward, attempting to escape his horrid wrath. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she shakes her head.

Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity. Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***. Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident. Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."

Calling out for a brownie, he laid me down on a sofa in the living room. "Lykaios claws are caustic and your wounds are eating the flesh slowly. I am stopping the effect as it dwindles but you will have some major scarring. I put everything into your cheek wound so it would not cause it to spread leaving you with exposed upper and lower teeth," Sierra growled softly. I thanked her and told Grayson that I will be fine. I glanced over at the entryway and watched Devin and Damon, still in boxers, walk in. He asked Grayson what happened. "My wife killed Lykaios for retribution," Grayson said proudly and I smirked at the shocked look on Damon's face.

Ethan Cross. Just Seventeen years old. Too stubborn for his own good. Too brave for his own good. Too much like his father. Grayson stopped beside the desk. For several seconds neither man spoke. Finally Damon broke the silence. "You think he's alive?" The question sounded simple. But it wasn't. Grayson knew that. Damon knew that too. Because neither of them wanted false hope. "Yes," Grayson answered. Damon looked up. "You actually believe that?" "Yes." "Why?"

"Christian?" Johnny asked, smirking at me. "Yes, Christian Grey," I said, and suddenly I regretted saying that because Johnny crawled towards me with the same stupid smirk. "Is that so?" he asked as he leaned down, nibbling my earlobe. I shivered from the pleasure. Johnny pulled back, still smirking, and said, "You know, the only reason I watched that movie was to learn some new moves that are pleasurable, but I otherwise hated it. I know I could give you more pleasure than that fucker." He climbed on top of me, and my eyes went wide, wondering what was going to happen next. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but a part of me was excited, especially if he kept talking to me like that.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

Alex grinned, poking his head into the room. His sandy blonde hair was combed into a neat pompadour cut. A big difference from his usual mess. Like Logan and the other guys, he was in a gray suit but was wearing a wine-red dress shirt with a white tie and a white dahlia boutonniere. He cleans up nicely.

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

He looks as though he's been to hell and back, and seen something I would never understand, and has decided to change almost everything about himself, aside from those brilliant golden eyes and dark hair, which is slightly longer, and nearly falling into his eyes. He's gained a significant amount of muscle on his torso, which I can't help but notice with his lack of shirt. Now that he's an Alpha, he also seems to have gotten taller, more handsome, and a lot more arrogant, but the confident gazes and winks he's been giving me since he arrived. "So, what has Dawn been doing these past few years?" Asher asks, as if he cares. If anything, he wants to bring up our history just to embarrass me, or