Grayson Hall Novels & Stories

Too bad he’d been a shitty father most of Amber’s life, though he was trying to make up for that now. Speaking of handsome men, but hopefully not shitty fathers, in the row ahead of Giovanni, Grayson Godwin was holding Leo’s head in his lap. The billionaire’s shaking hands were covered in blood as he pressed them against his friend’s stomach. The blood would never come out of his Armani suit, Amber thought. Grayson had actually tried his hand at acting in high school. He was one of the most beautiful men Amber had ever seen. Though he wasn’t as pretty at the moment and didn’t smell so good either. His thick brown locks were dirty and tousled, his straight jaw covered with more stubble than u

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said

Grayson said bringing tears in Kashi's eyes as she too can feel his pain. " I found the culprit. He was my good friend Rajat. I am hurt, love. Except you, no one can ease this pain away which is inside my chest. " Grayson let out his words in between his sobs. " I have never thought that he will beckstab me just became I stood between his sick possession. Leave it, I am waiting for you outside your home at the back door. Please come here to meet me. I want to see you and our children " Grayson plead to her which she accepted with the flow of emotions.

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

Grayson opened the door to his office in the villa on a Saturday morning after arriving from the airport. He placed his bag on the floor as he took a seat behind his wooden desk and immediately turned on his PC. His phone rang and he took it out from his jacket and pocket and saw Maya calling him. "Hey, babe,” he greeted softly. He typed his password and pressed enter. “I just arrived at the villa and will just be checking some emails and documents before heading there for lunch. How are things there?”

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Austin POV I stood there rooted to the spot as Leslie walked away. The words she said echoed in my head. Leslie Grayson. Granddaughter of Harold Grayson. Harold Grayson was a legend in the business world. A ruthless tycoon who built an empire from scratch and was known for never forgiving a slight. A man who didn't even have a photo of himself in any public domain. It would be a miracle to catch one or two pictures of his interviews or videos which didn't last on the media for twenty four hours.

“Good to have you back, by the way. The dance team has been lacking.” I bite my tongue. I guess people will find out I’m not back when they make their first appearance at a competition in a few weeks. Or when they perform to send off the hockey team for an away game. Whichever comes first. “Pretty sure she won’t be competing.” My spine snaps straight, and I slowly face Greyson. He has on a black CPU Hockey sweatshirt and gray sweats. And a cocky grin. His hair is actually dark blond. It’s easier to see now that we’re not in a dim bar. And those eyes… angry eyes.

Grayson stood at the front, surrounded by supporters, his charismatic smile disarming everyone around him. “Alex Carter! What a surprise!” Grayson called out, his voice warm but with an underlying edge. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I’d like to talk to you, Mr. Grayson,” Alex replied, keeping his tone steady. “Can we speak privately?” Grayson’s smile faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it. “Of course! Let’s step into my office.” He led Alex through the bustling room, past campaign posters and smiling faces, into a small back office adorned with memorabilia from his long career.

Callie With the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling fan spinning in slow, lazy circles, trying to convince myself I hadn’t imagined the night before. But I hadn't. He was real. Grayson Carter was real. The man in the kitchen, a man with rough stubble along a hardened jawline.