Grayson Hall Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Grayson looked down at me and sighed. "That was Hunter Jackson the beta that replaced your pal Godfrey Cooper and he's now a hybrid with a hard-on for you," he grunted in irritation. "I'm not interested," I grumbled and Grayson chuckled as he carried me up the steps to his porch. "Go check on the children while I go shower and dress. I will come to get you for our meeting with the hybrids," he said softly and kissed my cheek. He sat me to my feet and Mabel came out from the kitchen happy to see us.

When his pain had been too heavy to hide behind sarcasm and brutality. And maybe, maybe, I’d expected that side of him would finally shine through now that he was older and more successful. But I was so fucking wrong. Of course, I was. Because this was Grayson Vexley at his finest. Calculated, ruthless, and always ten steps ahead. “Crying, Hale?” Grayson’s younger voice echoed in my head, a sneer in his words. “Makes you look pathetic, really.” I blinked back the tears and tilted my chin up, eyes burning.

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.

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

Gray winked at me. "Grayson Carter. Go upstairs now" Ashton's voice deepened to sound demanding, scaring even me. Grayson stood up and basically ran upstairs. "I'm sorry about them" Ella shook her head, embarrassed. "It's okay, he's a typical teenager, reminds me a bit of Ace" I nodded.

Dylan revealed. Grayson’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who was he?” “He was known as Garry Hart—an illegitimate son of the prominent Harris family.” Grayson’s blood boiled like a hot pot. “Bring that man in front of me as soon as possible,” he ordered through gritted teeth.