Grayson Dolan Novels & Stories

Rylan Grayson, standing there and breathing heavily. He really comes! Why?! How?!

"Perhaps if you hadn't embarrassed her on your wedding night, we wouldn't be discussing this." "Don’t preach to me, Karina." "You believe I don't already feel terrible?" “Then behave accordingly, Zack.” Take an action that *demonstrates* your concern. "For a change in your life, cease reacting and begin contemplating." He turned his gaze, jaw tight, embarrassment flickering across his face. My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from my guy: > Ethan Grayson. 29. CEO of Grayson Holdings. Filed a marriage certificate in Vegas with Leena Davis two years ago. No record of annulment or divorce.

Lola's POV " I, Grayson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Lola Ashton, as my mate and Luna of this pack", I heard Grayson's voice reach my ear and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Gael finished his words with much difficulty. No one could know the pain he was going through. Ashton was the only grandson that he was the proudest of, how could he feel good knowing that he was giving away his most beloved grandson's life? He did not know how Ashton would react upon his return. He did not know if he will be disappointed in him or not. Although he felt pain in his heart, he also felt that he was not to blame. He had given Ashton his chance but he had thrown it away for the sake of a good-for-nothing woman. He could not die and leave the pack without a leader. Although he was a grandfather who loved his grandson more than anything else, he was also a leader and he hated most

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

It was weird to say the least. Word got around that Devon was involved in Grayson being shot and a lot of people were asking if he was okay. He hated the attention. "How could you still get more points than me?!" I asked, staring dumbfounded at the TV screen. "Talent," Grayson said with a smile. We were playing Call of Duty and were killing some zombies, yet Grayson scored way more points than me. His arm was in a sling, so he had to hold his control to the side, which was quite difficult in my opinion. "I told you I would score higher than you. Now, I believe you owe me something." He tapped his pointer finger on his cheek. I sighed, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his cheek. However,

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

“What, no hug?” Grayson didn’t dignify that with a response. “Why are you here?” Dylan grinned. “Thought I’d check in. You’ve been unusually... domestic lately. Sunnydale’s not your usual haunt. You’ve been hiding out in that estate like some kind of lovesick ghost.” Grayson’s stare was flat. “Get to the point.” Dylan leaned in, eyes sharp now despite the lazy posture. “Word is, Grayson Moore’s gone soft.” “Watch your words,” Grayson warned.