Grayson Hawthorne Book Novels & Stories

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.

I grunted. "Not sure the time works that way but do know it's confusing as hell," Grayson growled roughly as he dunked his face and grabbed the soap from me to finish his bath. I stood and searched for shaving cream and a razor because all his facial hair was getting removed. "Why didn't you return yourself, you're capable," I inquired. Grayson sighed, "like I said previously I thought I would be banished. However, I did get drunk and was thrown into jail for assaulting the humans that live in my home. I passed out in the jail cell and woke to a horrible hangover. I bit my cellmate because I needed blood. Needless to say, I noped it out of there because they thought I was crazy. I have staye

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.

“Who is it? If it isn’t a family member, send them back.” “It…it. She said her name is Genevieve Brent Gray.” “Genevieve Brent Gray?” ****** [A/N] Dearest readers, this author is returning to this book. I'm so sorry for my lack of updates recently. I left this book for a while due to its little or no sales and 0 comments/reviews from y’all readers. Not to worry, I'll be updating frequently from now on! If you're reading this book, creating is hard. Please help this book grow by leaving comments/reviews (these are reallyyyyy important) and voting with your precious gems. I get motivation from these.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

Gray her father seeks for her right away. The thought flew past her mind as if she never thought of it. Composing herself with a touch of trembling she walked to her father’s library hoping she’s not in any kind of trouble. She walked in straight in to the library bowing at her Father Mr. Gray Anthony, the richest and most feared man in the whole of New York.

She grinned, but her eyes stayed watchful. The afternoon stretched. I tried to nap and mostly stared at the ceiling of my old room. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the restaurant floor, the blood, Damien’s back as he shielded Isabella. The way he hadn’t looked at me until it was too late. The stranger’s hand on my wrist during turbulence. The weight of his jacket under my arm. The name on the phone call,Hawthorne’s people. I sat up too fast and the room tilted.

Grayson For a few minutes, I don't say a damn thing. I just hold her. Feel the way she's curled against me. The stiffness still locked in her shoulders. The hesitation she hasn't quite let go of yet. And fuck, that might be the hardest part of all this. Knowing I helped put it there. Not intentionally. Doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Pain doesn't care why it showed up—only that it did. My hand drifts up and down her back in slow passes, the motion settling something restless inside me.