Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Gray attacked. Hillary left the window to do her part of the brunch. Smith noticed Mr. Gray was bored so he picked up a glass and a bottle of whiskey . He walked towards him and poured him some whiskey. He added two Ice cube into the glass and he sat beside him . These two seems to have a lot in common. Smith was loved by Mr. Gray because he was business oriented, he’s determined and willing to serve and sacrifice. They had a little chat and they laughed. Arnold record Every single moment, from the cooking to the men having a chat. Mr. Gray invited him to join the chat as they takes about family life and business.

I’m sure she senses it, as her enthusiasm wanes and her tale peters out. Probably about the same time I was driving Victory back home, Detective Harrison was making connections Gray didn’t think he’d be able to make. There was something to link Annie Fowler and Lolita March. It should have been obvious, since it was Gray. The articles I searched online to ease myself out of the black patches were among the same ones that Detective Harrison found when he researched Gray Powers. Of course there was the slew of articles about Gray’s military career as a decorated Navy SEAL, the articles about Powers and Powers and the rise of privatized military companies.

While my other hand continued to scroll through the news. But no matter how many times I scrolled through the screen, Grayson's name kept appearing. Various articles ranged from those discussing his game, the injury he had just suffered, to articles about... a woman who was suspected of being his fated mate. I was too curious, so I clicked on one of the articles that contained a video. In the video, Grayson was seen holding the hand of a woman who looked as beautiful and sexy as a model. The article stated that Grayson had finally reunited with his childhood friend, an Alpha werewolf and former social media intern at Frost Maple named Kelly Harper Swan. At the end of the article, there was a

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

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.

“…Hawthorne’s people are already moving. Damien is not going to sit still once the announcement hits.” I turned my head before I could stop myself. He ended the call and met my eyes. No surprise. No apology. “Do you know Damien?” I asked. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. He studied me for a moment. “Everyone in our world knows Damien Hawthorne.” That was all he said. Then he looked away again, as if the conversation had used up its allotted seconds. I sat very still for the rest of the landing. The name sat between us like a third passenger. Damien. Always Damien. Even here, thirty thousand feet above the ground and three thousand miles from New York, his name still found me.

Because Grayson Holt wasn’t just any dad. He was tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly silent. Divorced. Rich. Owned multiple construction firms and drove a matte black Range Rover that looked like it ran on broken hearts and swallowed innocence. And every time he looked at me, I felt like I was being stripped, dissected, punished with nothing but a stare. And still, I stayed. Because I had nowhere else to go. Because his daughter was my best friend. Because I was freshly dumped, homeless, broke, and desperate.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.

Nate was wearing what he’d worn to school: a pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a plaid shirt open over it. “Hello! I’m Mary Mactire, and this is my son, Nathanal,” her voice was light and a little airy. “Nice to meet you, Mary. I’m Kai Graycort. Please come in!” Mr. Graycort introduced himself. He led them into the open dining/kitchen area and began to introduce the rest of us. “Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.”