Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Vivian didn't like Georgia Christenson, the only reason she told her that her mother-in-law was because she had kids with Grayson and it wasn't only taking it it was one kid it was a baby girl and she wanted to baby feel to get to know her grandmother but when she found out that she was pregnant with Eli, she was afraid, to tell the truth, and kept it a secret from everyone but she did make sure that she had her paperwork in order and that when the time came the truth would come out and everybody would know what happened and why it happened. Ever since Sunday afternoon Grey hadn't been himself. May not notice that his mother had gone down and he was moodier than most days when he had come do

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.

Grayson lounged back against the arm of the sofa, his phone balanced in one hand as he scrolled absentmindedly. He wasn’t really paying attention at first, just flicking through one video after another—until something caught his eye. A video with a familiar name written boldly on the screen. He stilled. The video replayed automatically, the voice of a young woman spilling through the speakers—bright, animated, and far too excited for the kind of story she was telling.

Although Grayson, the leader of Ghost, was an extremely dutiful and responsible person, he appeared to be rather opportunistic and lazy in comparison to Whitney, who worked non-stop like a robot. Grayson teased Whitney from time to time, “Whitney, Savannah Jones is your greatest love rival. Why would you spend so much effort looking for her? If I were you, I’d wish that she vanished from the earth's surface instead.” Whitty rolled her eyes at Grayson and said, “Even if she’s my love rival, I’d like to compete with her openly instead of scheming against her behind her back.” Grayson teased her, “You’re really a perfect match for Jens.”

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

she chuckled, “but you don’t owe me any explanations Grayson. Its none of my business really “ Amber was dying to know Grayson’s sex count, but she hoped she came off as uninterested. Leo had slept with eleven girls before his three-year relationship with Eloise Calloway. Amber had been the first and only after, and he’d joked she was his lucky thirteen. She began to gather up the papers strewn across the end table. Grayson shifted on the couch beside her. “Six. But only two were socialites.” “Shut the fuck up! The Godwin of this city has only fucked six women?” Grayson laughed at her disbelief. “Yes, believe it or not, I’m rather selective where I put my dick. Courtney was the first back wh

How come l didn't notice this earlier r "Damn girl. You have pretty big some hard time yesterday." Grayson laughs "It wasn't even like that." "Girl with those killer thighs and that ass." Elena starts the hype with Grayson "Girrrlllll you gotta stand up and show us that ass." Grayson takes my hand to turn me around "I feel pity for him." Elena groans "how in the hell do you have such a killer body yet you carried a bean in your stomach. It's just not fair." Elena groans again

I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel Grayson’s gaze raking over me. “Amelia, isn’t it?” Grayson stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Such a shame to see a bright student like you wasting her time on… this.” His finger trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, before flicking my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I squeaked, trying to twist away, but Hale’s hold was iron. “What do you want, Grayson?” His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Grayson chuckled, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of me, bent over Hale’s desk just last week, my skirt hiked up, his hand buried between my thighs. My stomach dropped.

"Wasn't it said that Grayson's fiancée committed suicide? What's this all about?" The other guest shushed him urgently, glancing around before lowering his voice. "Keep it to yourself. Especially don't bring it up in front of Grayson." "Why not?" Allen raised a brow, intrigued. The man hesitated but eventually relented. "After his fiancée's death, he was removed from his position in Bryce Ventures, and… well, he hasn't been the same since. He insists Wendy isn't dead—that she just left in anger and that he's brought her back. But the truth is…" The guest leaned in conspiratorially. "He found someone who looks eerily like her, a perfect stand-in. Claims she's the real deal."

Because Grayson Holt wasn’t just any dad. He was tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly silent. Divorced. Rich. Owned multiple construction firms and drove a matte black Range Rover that looked like it ran on broken hearts and swallowed innocence. And every time he looked at me, I felt like I was being stripped, dissected, punished with nothing but a stare. And still, I stayed. Because I had nowhere else to go. Because his daughter was my best friend. Because I was freshly dumped, homeless, broke, and desperate.