Grayson Hawthorne Book Novels & Stories

He give me quick glanced and avert his gaze immediately, "I see you came to my room with that tiny fabric. Have you thought about what I said earlier." "Yes. I keep that in mind." Grayson place down the book he's reading and stare at me with affection, which is new for me. My eyes landed on the brandy place beside his bed and understand why, he had a drink and probably his way to loosen up a bit. Without hesitation, I remove my robe and exposed myself to him. My naked body. I even saw his adams apple move as he scanned my naked body, and then I swallowed. He's not averting his gaze to me like Grayson doesn't wanted to lose me.

I said. “So,” he said simply and pushed the door open. I followed him in. Grayson pulled a book out. Read the back. Put it back. Pulled another. I watched him. “This one,” he said. Holding it up. I read the title. A novel. The kind with a character on the cover looking at something just out of frame. “What made you choose it?” I said. “The first line,” he said. He opened it and read quietly. “He had spent so long building walls that when they finally came down he didn’t know whether to feel free or exposed.”

“My unwed mother died when I was a baby, so my uncle’s family took me in. I had to work for my keep, so I was apprenticed out young. And one night I was coming back from delivering an order and some thieves jumped me. I killed all three of them. Standing there with bodies littered around me, scared out of my wits at what I'd done, but feeling a strange confidence in my ability to do it again. So I ran away and joined the army. Seemed the ideal profession for someone with my newly discovered skills. And I was constantly travelling after that, never met the kind of girl you settle down with. Lots of women, but, you know... you both just get down to business. It isn't especially romantic.” The

"Arthur, maybe we should find somewhere else to eat?" Arthur’s face was dark. "Let’s go." Sarah never even noticed them leave. She was too busy being charmed by Evan’s humor and his uncanny ability to handle children. By the time the bill came, she realized she truly liked this new "contact." Arthur’s pride is stung, but Sarah doesn't even know he exists in her world anymore. As she prepares to dive into the deep web with the "Hacker Empire," will Evan Thorne prove to be more than just a handler? And as Chloe prepares for the stay at the Grayson Mansion, will the "Demon CEO" be forced to confront the news that his best friend's ex-wife is already being seen with a much younger, more vibrant

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

Grayson POV I was awoken by the smell of smoke in the middle of the night. I get up and made my way toward the sound of screams. I step outside the hotel and see that the forest was now completely engulfed in flames. I run to help everyone to put out the flames. Some have garden hoses, others are running back and forth between the house and the forests with buckets filled with water. I feel pressure inside my skull. Almost like someone is trying to communicate with me. I open up myself and Ansiel comes forth.

But nothing was working like it used to. If there was anyone I wanted to avoid, it was Grayson. Always had been. Sure, maybe I'd judged him harshly. But for good reason—that's what I'd tell myself. Those charges against him—whatever they were—never made it into the news, and yet, I believed knew enough about him. I'd hated the way he could punch someone into near unconsciousness without a flicker of guilt. The way blood on his hands seemed trivial. And the women—God, the women. Countless, disposable. None ever mattered to him. I could list a hundred reasons I despised him. And yet... he'd started giving me reasons to like him.

I’d been tending the hydrangeas Sarah planted just last week. She said watching something grow made her feel alive again. I understood. That’s why I’d let my hands get dirty for the first time in a long time. The door of the SUV opened, and Grayson stepped out, his shoulders tense and his jaw locked. He didn’t move with his usual ease. There was a weight to him, something dragging behind his eyes like smoke that refused to clear. “It’s gone,” he said before I even asked. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t need to.

Then slowly, almost unwillingly, she turned. Her eyes widened as they landed on the man seated comfortably in the living room. The colour drained from her face so fast it was almost frightening. Behind her, Grayson frowned, his gaze shifting from her to the direction she was staring. He followed her line of sight—and froze. His brows pulled together, confusion and shock flashing on his face — “What the fuck…?” Author’s Note: Hi dear readers, how are you all doing!? So sorry for the delay in chapter updates. I just finished my exams so I’m back fully.

Robert POV. Dr Greyson Hawthorn is a renown medical expert. He is a werewolf who lives in the gated community here in the human world. So wolves move here to get away from pack life. Instead of going rogue, they move here for it’s safer for them to wolf out amongst the humans. The community is exclusive and only wolves can live here.