Grayson Hawthorne Book Novels & Stories

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.”

Alright, I never thought I would update this book again, but I'm pissed off. I'm really annoyed and fucking hurt. I can't believe how bloody rude some people can be and I'm tempted to not even write the second book because people commenting on this are so inconsiderate. I know the ending isn't happy, but not all books are happy and do you think I wanted to kill off Greyson ? Not really, I loved writing his character, but it happened and I've had the ending planned since I started writing this book and I know what I want to happen after. I wouldn't be able to write the second book if Greyson didn't die because I've been planning it for ages, so if you want Greyson to be alive right now then y

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

After that, I approached Gray, who had been waiting for me. "I just replied to your message. Have you been waiting here for long?" I asked. Instead of an answer, Gray stared at me with a tightened jaw. Did I do something wrong? Maybe he was annoyed that I replied late to his message. But before I could ask, Gray suddenly pulled me back by the shoulder and buried his face into the crook of my neck. He seemed to be sniffing me. Oh no, I had been sweating quite a bit from organizing the books in the library. I instinctively pushed Gray away.

He questioned while I chewed on my bottom lip and shrugged. "I'm not sure but I know for certain that he was worth more to Isabella alive," I said softly and he squeezed my hand. Grayson turned his head to me and asked if I knew what Mabel was warming for him and I shrugged. "Maybe a hot beef sandwich," I offered and he said, "yum," making me laugh. I was starting to like the ruthless Alpha but didn't feel comfortable enough yet to admit it or ask about his past. "Have you finished the book you borrowed?" Grayson asked me and I shook my head. I explained that I hadn't had time and had been running like crazy lately.

Chapter 7. Sienna’s pov After the warning note, Greyson had gone full investigator mode. He and his team had been digging for evidence that proved I wasn’t guilty. That came out harder than I thought and today was the first day of trial. “What are we going to do?” asked Courtney, one of his firm’s associates. “Without the body found. We can't make a strong case.” Greyson wore a grey suite that clung to his frame perfectly. Molding and accentuating his broad shoulder, and body. His eyes, those sharp, controlled greys eyes remained focused. Determined.

Chapter Eighty-Two: Never ever Nathaniel’S POV After reconciling with Grayson, I knew it was high time I faced the real truth before me. My kids. Maurene. Grayson was just a small problem by the side. The real and big part I was scared of admitting was the people I had unknowingly chased out of my life.

Finally getting to the Gray mansion, Eve stopped the car right in front of the main mansion not bothering to part rightly before cling out of the car followed by Ella. “Welcome back, Miss Gray.” “Welcome back.” The servants greeted them as they walked into the mansion. Staring at each one of them, she nodded. Their innocent faces would make it so hard for her to find who the offender was but no matter what, she was going to find out who it was that tried and is still trying to send her father to the afterlife.