Novel & Cerita Grayson Hawthorne Fanart

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

"You're a sick asshole, you know that?" "Yeah," he chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, a strange contradiction to the menace he carried in reality. "But do you know something, Flower? You look like a fucking goddess when you're painting. Those beautiful locks of hair... those soft, delicate hands... and those thighs." His voice dipped lower. "And those lips you bite so often. I just don't get what a woman like you sees in Ryatt." "It's none of your fucking business, Grayson," I snapped, my patience unraveling. "Stay the hell away from me and my life. I'm warning you."

None of the information is anything I would have expected to see in here. "What are you hiding from me, Grayson?" I ask, slightly glad he isn't here to answer that. He must know. He has to. You don't just have articles on Phantom Wolves hanging on your wall as an art form. Grayson wants to know something, and by the giant red question mark drawn crudely across the left wall, he hasn't found it out yet. Unless... I notice something glint underneath the question mark, that I hadn't noticed before. It is only a small photo, but a massive red circle around it draws my eyes closer.

It was just my luck to be struck down with a cold at the same time as my period was due. The mattress creaked as they all rolled out of bed. Four enormous, half-naked muscle men stumbled out of the bedroom, half-asleep with bedhead and morning glory. Grayson scrubbed a hand over his outgrown stubble. “I need a trim, but I can’t be bothered to do it,” he muttered. His long wiry whiskers gave him a rugged appearance and it made him look twice as sexy. I leaned in for a cuddle, kissing his lips, and felt the coarse texture spike my upper lip.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

I had to know if he was okay. I made it to the edge of the Cole territory, my boots sinking into the mud. Their house was a shack, the windows dark. But then, a light flickered in the shed. I crept closer, my heart in my throat. I peered through a crack in the boards. Grayson was there. He was shirtless, hunched over a workbench. But he wasn't fixing an engine. He was holding a piece of jagged glass, and he was carving something into his own forearm.

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said

“I want you to sort out these documents according to their departments, these are the pending workload Mr. Grayson will attend to, as soon as he is available. Create an ordered list for these items and send them to my email.” She nodded in understanding. He gave a dramatic twirl before sauntering off. As Scarlett perused through the documents, she wondered what kind of man Mr. Grayson was, she had limited information on him, as at now all she knew was he was tardy, signed his name with a big c and g, terrible at interior decor and had weird taste in art. She was already intrigued.

ANN POV I return to the front desk with a smile. Ms. Phillips is indeed pregnant and so happy with the news that she seemed to forget I was giving her stitches. I pick up the phone to call the pharmacy about her prescription and a shadow falls over me. I look up and my breath catches in my throat as I lock eyes with Mr. Gray's concerned gaze. He looks so breathtakingly beautiful I want to dissolve into a puddle. His chiseled jawline and kissable lips are calling my name. If only he was a single man.