Novel & Cerita Grayson Hawthorne Book

Grayson. Of course it was him and his creepy stalking. I clenched my fist angrily. This is fucking manipulation. Definitely him trying to soften me up, trying to make me think he actually cared, trying to get under my skin and maybe break my walls just so he can hurt me again like he always did. But I was no fool. I might have been once, but never again. No matter how much he pretended, I knew him. Grayson Holt doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it.

she whispered. Grayson squeezed her hand, his voice steady. “You’ll never have to find out.” After their café stop, Grayson drove them to a small bookstore. Lena ran her fingers along the spines of the books, the smell of paper and ink calming her in a way she couldn’t explain. She picked out a novel, and they sat on a worn-out couch in the corner, Grayson reading over her shoulder. It was quiet, simple, perfect. But Lena’s mind eventually drifted back to Mark. To the lawsuit. To the fear of what could still go wrong.

Only the heavy, deep sound of his breathing filled the enclosed space. I started the powerful engine and pulled the heavy vehicle out of the Black Fang Lodge lot. Up near the main gates, Grayson Ashbourne stepped out of the lodge, leaving his loud pack friends behind. He pulled a silver cigarette from his pocket, his jaw clenched in frustration as he tried to burn away the image of my tear-stained face. As he flicked his lighter, the massive silver Hawthorne SUV rolled past the main gates. Grayson's golden wolf eyes narrowed instantly as he locked onto the female sitting behind the wheel.

Grayson: The events of last evening left me so confused. How can I be someone else’s mate when I have Gabriel? He wasn't lying either: I felt the sparks and the same bond I felt with Gabe when we first met. Of course, it was nowhere near as strong as the bond between Gabriel and I now, but I still felt slightly drawn to the other guy, no matter how much I tried not to be.

Henrietta Gray is her mom's friend who takes her under her wing after her parents' death. However, the moment she sets her eyes upon their younger son, Weston Gray, six years older and a typical bad boy, she knows that he's trouble. Can she deny the attraction that she feels since the moment they clash with one another? Can she deal with the tornado called Weston Gray? With every moment spent in his company being charged with emotional upheavals, how will the innocent Isabella save her heart? Can she forget the moments spent with him when he leaves home for his studies? What will she do when he returns back with a girlfriend? What will she do when she realizes that she has fallen for him? Wh

Manny smirks at me and leaves with Haven as they close the door. ” Come here babe.” Gray says and hovers above me. ” No.” ” You’re sure about that? I’ve missed you all day.” He whispers and kisses my neck. I breathe out as he kisses down my neck to my collarbone. ” We’re making a daughter tonight.” He whispers and winks at me. Before I can argue, he captures my lips as we kiss. THE END. A/N Yo, thank you for reading. And I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. Hoping to hear your review on this book. And I really hope you enjoyed it. Thank you again for reading. And kindly check out my other stories too. I love y'all.

“Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.” I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.” Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away. “Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

Hawthorne was caught between two difficult choices, pursuing his personal satisfaction or surrendering to the pain. “You’re such a cunning fox,” he growled, his gaze sharp and piercing. *** Mr. Hawthorne ate his meal calmly. However, across the table, Jasmine hadn’t touched her food, even though the dishes looked delicious. The image of Mr. Hawthorne’s disappointed face remained etched in her mind, filling her with guilt and robbing her of her appetite. “You have less than ten minutes.” Mr. Hawthorne glanced at the confused Jasmine, then added, “Finish your breakfast before I throw it away.”

It had been a long time since Grayson had found joy or wonder in anything. Grayson placed the book back into its spot on the shelf. The time for games and reminiscing was through. Summer had ended in more ways than one. He threw back his head to swallow down the pill from the bottle in his suit jacket. He chased it with a sip of scotch. He placed himself in the chair once more, this time with the girl’s file in his lap. He read over the contents again. It helped to be prepared. This time he would not be blindsided. He knew everything there was to know about his next surrogate. This time there would be no mistakes.

My pulse was still racing from the confrontation, but the quietness here felt comforting after Vincenzo’s intense growling. Grayson was propped against the headboard, a thick book resting lazily in his hands. He didn’t look up right away and turned a page first, as if he had all the time in the world. Then finally he set his book aside and met my gaze. A slow sigh escaped him, laced with a wry sort of resignation. “So,” he spoke as his amber eyes were steadied, “you have to face your cheating mate alone, just because your so-called husband is unable to defend you.”