Novel & Cerita Grayson Dolan

"A substitution?" Devon ran to Mr Grundy, requesting. "Yes, I know!" He responded, sighed and dropped his temple to his fingers while trying to figure out who'd best replace Jack's position as the big man. "McCleron!" Devon cracked Mr Grundy's already panting mind. "Uh?" "Trust me Sir, McCleron can do it." He wasn't sure if he could, but he would have to trust his guts or call it quits now before it becomes too late tom

Hell, Amber herself had masturbated to his pictures many times before she ever set foot into his penthouse and got to experience the real fucking thing. “I’m Grayson Godwin. Thanks for you and your family helping my friend Leo. I greatly appreciate it. And if there is anything I can do for you in return, please let me know.” Donovan was easy on the eyes himself and had a nice collection of muscles peeking out his t-shirt. His blond curly hair skimmed his shoulders and his eyes were grey that pretty kind rarely achieved naturally, but often through contacts. He also had impressive teeth for someone born in a ghetto with limited access to dentists.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

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.”

Flores meals are heavenly that is why I don't want to let her go. "So Mr. Dolan do you have a first name?" Erica asks out of the blue. "Yeah..Grayson"he replies her . "Okay cool.. Grayson I like it. So how old are your kids if I may ask"she asks again and I look at her bewildered. She gives me the 'if you won't ask I would " look. "You don't have answer that Mr. Dolan " I try to intervene but he laughs it off. "It is fine Jane. Well,I have two girls. Piper and Annalise. Piper is 9 years still in grade school and Annalise is 11 in middle school" he answers and I nearly choke on my water.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation. Santino takes out his sleek phone from the pocket of his black dress pants and dials the number. The phone rings and my brother doesn’t pick up. I shiver when Maximo’s passes me a teasing stare that has a threatening edge to it. Santino only groans before he dials it again. It rings for some time, I worry he isn’t going to pick up. I stick my thumb in my mouth and slowly chew the nail. Maximo tilts his head as he stares at me with those cold, icy gray eyes. I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs.

“No offense.” “None taken,” I said. “In fact, just treat me like one of the guys.” “Don’t tell them that or they will, lass,” the rhythm guitarist said in a pronounced Irish brogue, laughing as he slid his acoustic guitar around to his back. His light brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and loose tendrils fell around his face. He was tall with broad shoulders. Well over six feet. “Noah Grayson. ‘Tis nice to meet ya.”

Grayson stepped closer, close enough that she could feel his warmth through their jackets, close enough that his breath clouded with hers. "Hey," he said softly. "Hey. Look at me." She looked up. "I don't care about the dare," he said. "I don't care about Dante or your mother or whatever architecture you're trying to escape. I care that you're here, on this ice, telling me the truth. That's the performance I want. That's the only one." "It's not a performance if it's true."