Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Her voice had sharpened, eyes narrowed, not at Victoria, but at the past. “She didn’t fight for him. She didn’t even try. She just left.” A pause. And then, quieter: “So, I made sure he saw me instead.” Victoria’s grip on her glass had tightened slightly. No reaction. Just silence. “And now look at us,” Blair went on, with a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’re the perfect pair. That’s what everyone says. But... you know…” Her voice had dipped, unsteady. “Every time another one of those girls turns up dead, pale skin, silver hair, Grayson shuts down. Goes cold. Like he sees her every time.”

Grayson quickly pressed the button as he stood before the television, and waited as it roared to life. "And in the news today is the mysterious death of Dima Franz, the former fiancé of Estrean royal Prince Grayson Pierce." The announcer looked down at his notes again as Grayson's heart sank. Behind him, Ari gasped. The announcer looked back into the camera. "Ms. Franz was found in her condominium with a bullet wound to the chest and one to the head, execution style. An investigation has been launched into her mysterious death. Prince Grayson Pierce wasn't available for comment." Grayson dropped the remote onto the floor. Even with their differences, and despite what she had done to him, she

“I said don’t fucking call me by my name! You are nothing but a mere secretary. Do you think fucking my husband would make you his wife? Do you think his family would like you once they know your social status? You were nothing before I made you his secret—” “Enough! Who do you think you are to threaten Hazel? You don’t have the right to speak so high and mighty about your stand in this family, Jane! We all know where you stand. I have never loved you as my wife!” Both of us were interrupted when Gray went out of the bathroom. Compared to what he looked like a while ago, he now appeared more decent. His piercing gaze was directed at me, seemingly loathing my entire being. “What’s the meaning

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."