Grayson From The Nut Job Novels & Stories

" Varun Arora he was Grayson's .. junior .. they used to have lot of fights together .. and Varun usually lost them because he always fight alone and teacher always scold him and punished him only as Grayson used to have power card in his hands .. and that card is our dad's money and power .. .. But Varun and Grayson their hater started to increase day by day .. and one day Grayson and Varun they both again fought hard .. That fight of their was equal as that day Grayson's other gang members were not with him . Grayson lost that fight then Varun made fun of this ... And insult Grayson in whole school .. Grayson couldn't digest his failure .. he was in that club that day drinking like a mad m

Grayson turned back and gripped my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw, forcing my head up. "The Morettis have raised you for twelve years. You see me every day, a man like me, and you let some piece of shit out there talk you into bed? I'm going to gut him right now." His teeth were clenched. A vein stood out from his neck to his temple. "You'd debase yourself like this for some bastard's kid? Run to a back-alley clinic?" Pain shot through my jaw. I bit the inside of my lip and stared at him without making a sound.

he hears Kian's high-pitched voice and rolls his eyes. When Kian opens the door, Grayson almost chokes on his saliva after seeing his half-naked body. He just finished showering and has only a towel around his waist. "Grumpy?" Kian looks at him with confusion as he wipes his wet hair with a small towel. "What are you doing here?" "I'm here for the kid," Grayson can't help but take a look at his collarbone and his well-built abs. He wonders how a student finds time to work out.

Grayson slipped into the backseat of the grey Lincoln Towncar awaiting him on the curb outside of Preeminence Towers. He barely acknowledged the driver to confirm his drop off location at Godwin HQ in downtown. His head was still up in his penthouse replaying that whole interaction with the whore he’d hired as his surrogate. And he couldn’t shake those images of the way her round ass flounced across the kitchen. Or the bounce of her generous breasts as she put her clothes back on. He was in trouble, in over his head with this mouthy one, and he fucking knew it. That girl was nothing but trouble with a capital T.

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.

But where the fuck was Grayson? Amber got her answer soon enough in what appeared to have once been an office. The one called Morte, or so Amber guessed, was sitting in an office chair eating pizza and watching a movie on a laptop. Amber soon learned why he was called Morte, because he looked like he should have been dead. Half his fucking jaw was grossly disfigured, missing, like it’d been blown off by a shot gun blast or something. He had another bullet wound scar in his neck and a third one above his left eye. When he had his curtain of black shoulder length curls hanging down over his jaw, he almost appeared normal. He was around her father’s age give or take.

He smiled and leaned forward , placing a soft kiss on my lips . ________________ " Alright Luna ,that's perfect .I'll go get the punching bag ready " Gray said to me . I took off my glasses, dropped the gun on the table close to me ,and stared at the circular wooden figure I had just shot at . I wasn't even perfect with the gun yet ,but at least , I'm not that bad . Gray came back , holding two cans of energy drinks with him . " Here " He said handing one over to me after opening it up .

She wondered the size of heat Ash was packing, she maybe a woman spoken for, but Amber still had a pulse. She moseyed on into the living room to see for herself that her baby daddy was just the way she’d left him. She watched the scene before her for a minute or two. Grayson was in the recliner with the remote in hand, while Ebony sat on the couch with a bowl of Cheetos. Some war documentary was on, the sound of gunfire, cannons, and yelling boomed out the state-of-the-art sound system. “How is that mother fucker supposed to run with that big ass gun? He should have sawed that barrel off,” said Ebony around a mouthful of Cheetos.

Kashvi asked playing with her fingers. " My liver and Kidneys are poisoned due to the side effects of those drugs. But don't worry it will be cured by medicines " Grayson said pulling his hand out to touch Kashvi's hand which Kashvi moved away from his reach making Grayson felt hurt but he composed himself. The real reason for Grayson's presence in the hospital is when he was locked inside the basement. He had starved himself and didn't look after himself only to gain some amount of sympathy from his mother who didn't show any. Ultimately, Grayson's poorly damaged body gave up as he was not taking his medicines for one week since he was in the basement and when Mrs Wright walked to see him b

My best friend and soon-to-be beta is waiting out the front for me. “What are you doing here, Grayson?” “I just saw Loiuse running stark naked down the main street.” He was laughing uncontrollably by the time he finished what he was saying. I laugh with him. “Yeah, she thought she could stay the night.” Grayson frowns before asking, “Are you done with her?” I looked at him “sure am. Why?” “Was she any good?” I laugh; “Not bad, Grayson; if you want my seconds, you're welcome to have them” his smile broadens.