Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Several thoughts roamed my head, most revolving around the Draxton brothers but I only had to myself for about a minute before a knock came on the door. "Who is there?" I called out but before whoever was there could respond, I had added a 'come in'. The door opened and Grayson walked into the room. Being on the bed while he stood tall made him seem even taller, to me. I took in a deep breath. He was dressed in a loose black shirt and black trousers. Simple, yet he looked breathtaking in it. His hair was obviously damp making it evident that he had just taken a bath. He had a small tray in his hands.

his voice comes out shaky, "But it was never my intention," "I know you used to go on dates," says Harvey, "I remember how happy he was every time he came back from seeing you. Grayson worked for us for years, and it felt so good to finally see a smile on his face. But little did he know, the man who made him smile is only but a spy,"

Grayson wore a black T-shirt tapered around his defined muscles which combined with the gray sweatpants he had on. His veiny hands played over the keyboard with rehearsed ease as his gaze slipped to what he was doing. Scarlet leaned against the doorway. “You’re home.” Her voice was laced with surprise. He usually worked late at the office, long after she had returned. He lifted his eyes toward her for a brief moment before resuming to his screen. “Yeah.” His tone had nothing unusual or particularly telling about it. While he was not cold, he also was not very warm. Just Grayson.

The headlines read “VIOLENT CEO ON THE RISE! JULIAN HAWTHORNE ALLEGEDLY PUSHES WIFE DOWN STAIRCASE” “BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP; HAWTHORNE MYSTERY WIFE URGED TO BREAK THE SILENCE” #breakthecycle #canceljulianhawthorne A voice carried through the room. "If I may" All eyes turned to him. The man speaking was Alexander Gray, a board member who owned five percent of the shares in Hawthorne Global Holdings.

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.

Grayson lays me down a distance from the bank beneath the cover if branches, concern in his eyes and he held me close, yet I could tell that he was still preoccupied with whatever it us that agitates him so. "Stay here" he says getting up from where I sat. I thought about staying put as he asked, but then thought better of it, needing to see what made him suddenly so upset. There wasn't any need for secrets among us. I do my best to tip toe back the way I saw him disappear, hiding just behind a small tree with a wide trunk when I spot him near the bank his arm outstretched. An oak colored hawk lands on his forearm, looking oddly more comfortable than one should look in the presence of a pred

Grayson looked down at me and sighed. "That was Hunter Jackson the beta that replaced your pal Godfrey Cooper and he's now a hybrid with a hard-on for you," he grunted in irritation. "I'm not interested," I grumbled and Grayson chuckled as he carried me up the steps to his porch. "Go check on the children while I go shower and dress. I will come to get you for our meeting with the hybrids," he said softly and kissed my cheek. He sat me to my feet and Mabel came out from the kitchen happy to see us.

“For the past month. Is she the one who entered your heart without permission?” I said nothing. “The one you brought food to at her atelier.” “That was a professional visit.” “With a croque monsieur.” “She forgets to eat.” “And you know this because?” I looked at him steadily. He grinned. “Grayson Hawthorne,” he said, leaning forward. “Who has never in the years I have known him professionally brought anyone food anywhere… drove to a café, ordered specifically, timed the arrival so the latte would still be warm…”

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"