Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

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.”

Grayson felt irritated and wasn't in the mood to go to work. He drove to Syl Hospital. Simon had just finished performing surgery and was resting in the pantry. He was very taken aback to see Grayson. "Grayson, what brings you here?" Grayson sat down and lit a cigarette. He made himself feel at home. Simon quickly went to sit down opposite him when he noticed that Grayson was in a bad mood. "What's wrong?" he asked. Grayson smoked half of his cigarette before asking, "Did you feel like having sex with Sabrina before you fell in love with her?"

Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation. “I can’t thank you enough for this right now, Delia,” Grayson says, his voice deep and saddened. His bright blue eyes duller than they used to be, and his dark hair much more gray than it was just a few weeks ago. Everything has been taking such a toll on him. I inwardly sigh, wishing I could do more to help him. “Aw, you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” she purrs with a wink. “Alpha.”

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

Grayson still looked calm and collected. He then found a space where he suddenly parked the car and stopped the engine. “I looked for you,” he confessed. “From the moment I cannot contact you after you signed our divorce, I searched everywhere for you. But just like a bubble, you disappeared without a trace.” Hestia let out another chuckle, her hands balling into fists. The image of Mavis sprawled on the floor, helpless and bleeding, crossed her mind again. That image alone made her blood boil. Once she gets her hands on Grayson’s copy of the divorce, she could use it against him.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

I felt him yet I still craving for more. "Yes! Yes! Don't stop, Gray." I moan as he take my left breast in his hand, "Oh my God!" After a few minutes, Gray pulled away again and released me. I fall onto the bed and slowly lay on my back. When I returned to my position, Gray watched me for a second before his hands returned between my legs. "You haven't come yet..." He says out of breathe. "Gray, please don't do this." I groan as realization settled upon me that he was going to leave it at this, "Please Gray, I'm begging you."

Only they grab me and drag me forward. They stop, and without any semblance of grace, shove me forward like I’m a sacrifice being offered at some satanic ritual. Zade’s voice echoes behind me, far too smug for my liking. “Here he is! His name is Grayson, and he’s been a bad, bad boy after sleeping with my little sister,” he announces with all the finesse of a drunken game show host. Of course, I trip forward into someone—a wall of warmth and a sharp intake of breath. Oh no.

she grits out. "Bryanna,I told you it wasn't like that"Grayson tries to defend but was stopped by his wife. "You fucking shut up Grayson! You are lucky I am not calling of this whole charade. You didn't respect me and you fucked this whore whiles I was still alive. You couldn't wait for me to die before " she shouts at him and turns to face me again.

Leon Redfield stabbed deep inside her. Gray Danvers gasped. Her back was bent and her butt pressed harder against his. His hands slid gently over her back before squeezing her bottom, letting the big stick slide in and out. Leon Redfield could feel the pleas of pleasure deep in her throat vibrating on his cane. Her hand caressed him possessively. Gray Danvers's ferocious groan rang in his ears. “Ah!” She yelped as Leon Redfield jabbed at her G-spot.