Grayson Hall Novels & Stories

KATHERINE For the past two years, I've followed my son Aaron to the hospital. Every single day... And my heart melted every time I saw him sitting at the edge of Helena's unconscious body. "Don and Ashlyn finally got something they've been longing for, baby," Aaron whispered to comatosed Helena. My heart ached at his longing look.

He seemed pale. “Are you hurt?” I asked, scanning him. “You look pale.” He gave out a wry chuckle, “I’ll be fine. A little sleep and maybe some food.” I nodded, “Good to know.” I turned to Matt Wallber and the woman beside him before offering my hand to him. “I’m Greyson Black, Gordon’s bodyguard, and occasional errand runner.” Gordon cackled, “I’d never call you an errand runner… Part-time chef is better.”

They were dressed in black, with hoods up, and baggy sweatpants. “Elias?” Still squinting, he tilted his head and a few seconds later, his face dropped. “Oh shit. That’s Jackson Mayor.” “Who?” “Alicia Mayor’s boyfriend. He’s like twenty-three.” “Alicia Mayors. The one that’s hated you since middle school?” “Yeh, that one. And I called her a bitch the other day.” I glanced back to the guy. His eyebrows were tensed, and his jaw stiff, his eyes squarely set on Elias.

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?

Him looking relaxed, more confident now that she is here. Growing up, I’ve always wanted something similar to what they had. I didn’t think it would be possible. Right now, I could even say I’ve given up on that. “Oh, I’ve seen your statement piece for fall,” Mum says to Mrs. Granger. “The style is impeccable, as always.” From the conversations I wasn’t really paying attention to. I got to know Grayson’s father owns a chain of hotels and his mother is a fashion designer. His father is a family man from the looks of it, even though he rarely smiles.

Grayson pulled my hand and we quickly left Jack Gilmore’s house. -- Once again Grayson was quiet in the car, but this time he had tears in his eyes and was muttering to himself. I reached over and touched his thigh and it was like he didn’t even feel my hand. His eyes remained on the road. Lee was in the living room when we got home. “How did it go?” He asked. “It was great,” Grayson laughed bitterly. “He completely rejected me. Told me he didn’t want or need me cuz he already has a son.”

He winks at her and she smiles back. He’s one of her best friends, and six foot tall and lean, and had recently taken to wearing a little makeup and having his nails painted regularly by one or other of ‘The Girls’. Several women who had all pulled together to help Celine get through the last few weeks. Greyson’s an honorary ‘Girl’, and they love him. He’s currently acting as a pillow for his Mate Seb, George’s Delta.

She slumped against the door, drenched in sweat, more wrecked than if she'd run a marathon. My mouth is bone dry. My legs feel like jelly. But it worked. If I ever end up in show business, my performance today deserves an Oscar. Genuinely. The shower kicked on down the hall, and Isla collapsed onto the floor. Finally. A break. Grayson finished quickly, emerging in a bathrobe, radiating the same effortless, untouchable elegance even half-dressed. "Done with the call? Sounds like you and Grayson are quite the loving couple."

It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. I’d never seen him before, but I didn’t need an introduction. I knew who he was. From the light scar at the corner of his brow and the green of his eyes, I knew instantly who he was. The man that had just entered the Meeting Hall was Ethan of the Crimson pack. His broad shoulders, muscular chest, brown tousled hair and piercing green eyes made it clear. My future King had arrived. Seeing him, I knew why we were called to the Meeting Hall. We were here to welcome Alpha Ethan.

Grayson got off the plane and went straight back to the Villa. Mr. Harlan looked at Grayson's face and could see how lovely he looked. His cold front expressed the relief of now being relaxed. It almost seemed like he was in a good mood. "Where's Sienna?" Grayson's eyes swept through the house. Thinking she was still sleeping, he walked up the stairs. "Master, Miss Sienna had an audition today and left early this morning." Grayson stopped, and he remembered what she had told him, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He wanted so much to see her.