Grayson From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Davina wondered he would be out there spying on someone else and gathering gossips . " What are you staring at ?" asked Grayson . "Why is she always surrounded by a pack of these bloody boys ?" asked Damon .Gryason smiled . " what was funny about it ." snapped Damon . " Well the reason is she is really pretty and not everyone wants to be just friend with her ." answered back Grayson emphasizing the word just friend .Damon gave an arrogant stare . "What do you mean ." said Damon glaring at Grayson . " She isn't gonna stay single forever , if you are not doing anything anyone else is gonna win her ." answered back Grayson .

~Grayson As I stand around waiting for the spoiled brat to come out of the dressing room, my eyes roam about the store. I have just taken interest in a space sectioned off from the rest by a glass door, with several mannequins displaying clothes either made or lined with furs when a soft, silky voice comes from behind me. “Gray.” I’m startled at first before I turn to meet face-to-face with Renata. Her face is devoid of any makeup and expression as she stares at me. Even her lips which are usually shaded a wine red maintain their natural light pink colour.

Grayson Callahan thundered in all his hunter uniformed glory. “Hey baby hunter, nice to see you could make it.” I drawled softly, sinking deeper into the bed. I wasn’t a fan of anything vanilla, but something about it must be arresting to Callahan. “You do not strike me as the vanilla type of guy, Callahan.” His eyes tightened as he reached into his pocket and revealed a kazeshini. My lips curved wickedly. “But I’m certain Anna is the vanilla type of girl.” Grayson growled, his brown irises turning gold with rage. “Don’t you dare say her name you psychopath!” Wisely, he made no attempt to approach me.

“Too bad. It was cute, watching you try.” I stepped forward. “You uploaded that video.” She blinked, all faux innocence. “What video?” “Don’t play stupid. You know exactly what you did.” Her smirk returned. “You think Grayson cares about some high school charity case with a sob story? Wake up, Isla. He was bored. You were convenient.” Before I could spit something venomous back, a shadow loomed behind me. Grayson. He looked... lethal. Black button-down, sleeves rolled, and a storm brewing in his eyes.

Grayson Lewis also reminded his daughter. Grayson was furious when he recalled how his eldest daughter's excellent marriage arrangement ended due to a car accident. He could have been in-laws with the president of the Shaw Group. But this was even better. His youngest daughter's current boyfriend was the prince of the entertainment industry, Lucas Gomez! The Gomez family was much more powerful than the Shaw family. They were a very prestigious family with a long history.

Grayson’s. Curiosity prickled in me as I followed the sound, stopping just outside a closed door. Carefully, I eased it open, and my heart froze at the scene before me. There stood Grayson, his back turned to me, and beside him, unmistakably, was his ex-wife—Skyler. My breath hitched as I took in the sight. The woman was my mirror image; it was as if I were staring at a twisted version of myself. Her gaze caught mine instantly, her eyes lighting up with a sly, triumphant glint. Then, with deliberate intent, she pulled Grayson into a kiss.

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

In his hands, was his suit Vero rolled her eyes and hit Lena by the thigh. Ugh, could her friend be anymore dumber than ever? "I'm sorry." She said clearing her throat unnecessarily in embarrassment. Oh Gosh, he was even more handsome up close and personal. Gosh, and he was bigger, could her day get any more better? He smiled and she melted, inside. On the outside, she has a blank face. Wow, his smile was breathtaking "I'm Luke" He said extending his hand out to her

She cried in his arms hysterically, apologizing for her behavior, to which Grayson assured her that she has done nothing wrong. And, that conversation they both had about Elizabeth Blackthorne, his late fiancé. She was the woman who had managed to turn his life around, bringing out a new Grayson from the notorious, womanizer, drug addict, party-goer and good for nothing St Claire Rogue. After hearing him out, Maya could no longer feel any jealousy towards Liz. In fact, she silently thanked Liz in her prayer that night for accepting Grayson for who he was and then helped him along the way to become the person he is right now. Maya felt Grayson’s hands on the zipper on the back of her dress, e