Grayson Hall Novels & Stories

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

GRAYSON'S POV I finally stopped punching the bag, my arms aching and sweat pouring down my face. The gym session had helped a bit, but I still felt the weight of everything pressing down on me. I removed the gloves, tossing them aside, and headed back to my room. Once inside, I peeled off my gym clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the sweat and tension. I stood there for a moment, letting the warmth soothe my sore muscles. My thoughts drifted back to Sylvia and the kids, the media frenzy, and the impending meeting with Mr. Konrad.

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.

I say as I lunge forward with my left shoulder driving towards his stomach. *** Stepping out of the ensuite shower in my office I towel off before pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. When I step back into my office Grayson is waiting for me. He mockingly looks around me, “ you alone in there, or do I need to shield my eyes?”. “Hilarious, man, hilarious,” I say flatly as I walk around to my desk chair. Gray's phone buzzes on the table, he picks it up and concentrates on whatever the contents are.

"Perhaps if you hadn't embarrassed her on your wedding night, we wouldn't be discussing this." "Don’t preach to me, Karina." "You believe I don't already feel terrible?" “Then behave accordingly, Zack.” Take an action that *demonstrates* your concern. "For a change in your life, cease reacting and begin contemplating." He turned his gaze, jaw tight, embarrassment flickering across his face. My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from my guy: > Ethan Grayson. 29. CEO of Grayson Holdings. Filed a marriage certificate in Vegas with Leena Davis two years ago. No record of annulment or divorce.

Zara's POV After the funeral, the house was never truly quiet. For two days, people poured in, friends, relatives, business associates, all bearing the same rehearsed condolences, the same gentle pats on the shoulder. By the third day, the crowd had thinned. That was when Grayson showed up, clean-cut in a sharp grey suit, his eyes bright with a sense of new beginnings. “I know this isn’t the time,” he began, his voice low but steady, “but I wanted to thank you. I’m leaving for Los Angeles. I’m starting a business there… and my mother’s surgery was successful.”

Ethan got up and went and opened the door, Victor pushed in, and he and two other men walked in. Victor Grayson, at 55 years old, had a tough, weathered appearance that matched his no-nonsense personality. He was of average height, around 5 feet 9 inches, with a stocky build that made him seem more imposing than he actually was. His shoulders were broad but slightly hunched, and his movements were often sharp and abrupt, reflecting his irritable nature.

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.