Grayson Hawthorne Book Novels & Stories

Even though I had braced myself, actually seeing those photos still made my eyes burn red as a wave of grief swallowed me whole. I forced myself to look through every message Cassandra sent. After rubbing my aching eyes, I turned off my phone and went inside to pack. There was a lot to deal with. It took me two full hours to finish sorting everything. In the end, I packed only a few changes of clothes into my suitcase. Everything else went straight into the fire pit. Among the items were ninety-nine handwritten love letters he had written for me. Even in the raw, unpolished scrawl, his love shone through. There were also the Elarian pearls he had spent a fortune winning at auction, meant to

Grayson didn't even flinch when the folder landed. Just snuffed his cigarette out and leaned forward, pale fingers flipping through page after page of his enemy's sins. "This is everything?" "It's enough." He smirked, slow and cold. "You never give everything, Valentine. But this is also enough." I didn't bother to deny it. Grayson already knew me too well. We weren't friends. We weren't brothers. We were two wolves pacing the same circle, waiting for the moment our teeth might meet. But right now?

CHAPTER 12 Incinerating the Human Bridge POV: Elara The attic of the east wing was the only place that still smelled like my life, before the fur and the fangs. It was a dusty, quiet corner. Going there reminded me that I was still human, despite everything. From the time I got married, I had lost my spark. I couldn't tell what I had become. But deep down, I knew I’d lost something. Something that was once part of me but slowly faded away, for good.

Grayson gave a short nod, his gaze fixed outside the window. His thoughts, however, weren’t on the company. They were on the girl he had seen last night—stuffing rice into her mouth like she hadn’t eaten in days, eyes lighting up over something as simple as warm food. He exhaled quietly, his brows tightening. Why was he thinking about her? He closed his eyes and leaned back, as the car sped through the quiet streets toward the private terminal. --- *Emma’s Morning* The first thing Emma noticed when she woke up was the silence.

Sleep eludes me, food tastes like ash, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the crushing guilt of considering selling my first child for money. For the past hour, I've been sitting at the dining table, listlessly pushing food around my plate. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be eating; it all tastes equally revolting. Finally giving up, I scrape the leftovers into a container and shove it into the fridge, telling myself I'll eat later even though I know I won't. As I'm about to retreat to my room, my phone starts vibrating. I fish it out of my pocket and glance at the caller ID. My stomach drops. It's her. Mrs. Grey. The devil herself.

Harvey's POV I was pretty sure I had fallen asleep during the drive but I jolted awake when I felt the truck stop I blinked severally as I looked out through the side windows before finally focusing my gaze ahead My lips parted slightly when I saw that we had stopped before a mountainous black gate that towered over the truck and made me suddenly feel so small in comparison I glanced behind through the rearview mirror and saw the red bronco truck that belonged to one of Greyson's men before I realized that we had passed them somewhere along the journey because they had been driving in front of us for about an hour after we left the Silver Moon pack. I watched quietly in a sort of trance some

Only that we'd checked every poison in the book and none of the symptoms had matched with those of the victims; which had been an almost instant total damage of the organs. Something that deadly should have been written in the book. Unless... I took noticed of the way Grayson was staring at me. Like he was trying to figure something out. "What?" I asked a little consciously. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "Nothing," He said. "It's just that a few weeks ago you weren't as really... interested in the case as you seem now." What did that even mean? I thought silently even though I knew exactly what it meant. I was getting soft around them. These creatures I had sworn never to have

“You move when you’re ready.” He stood anyway. I followed him out the door, keeping close, every step measured to match his pace. The hallway felt too quiet, the air heavy with tension. The closer we walked to the library, the more Ashen’s aura responded—faint pulses of warmth rippling beneath his skin. He noticed it too. “Grayson… it’s waking again.” I stepped behind him, placing a steadying hand on his lower back. “Then breathe slow.” He inhaled shakily. “This feels different from yesterday. It’s not watching anymore.”

The forest pressed in around me — black trees, wet leaves, the faint hum of danger beneath the quiet. Something flickered in the distance. A shadow that didn’t belong. I crouched low, heart pounding, and drew my blade. The sound of footsteps echoed faintly. Then a whisper — my name. “Nora.” I spun, blade up — only to find Grayson stepping out from behind a tree. He looked different — older somehow. His hair was longer, his face more tired than I remembered. But his eyes — those storm-grey eyes — were the same. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, lowering my weapon but not by much.

“What about them?“ Hawthorne inquired and Ryan swallowed, perhaps taking mental calculations on what he should say and how he should say it. I subconsciously placed a hand on Hawthorne’s fist and he stared at me. He felt uncomfortable by my action and I knew. I slowly withdrew my hand while he took a deep breath. “We will talk later but for now, let’s eat.“ He said and I sighed in relief. Soon, we began to feast but I could barely eat my food. The thought of Hawthorne trying to use me, was sickening. He truly didn’t care about me at all. I could see Margret staring at me pitifully. She didn’t seem to support Hawthorne’s actions but she wouldn’t stand against him either, no one would ever dar