Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

BURB: Nathan Reed was born with a physical disability, he has a weak leg from birth and a seizure which leads to nose bleeding and he litterrily grew up in poverty. Quiet and introverted, he was a social outcast in high school, eventually becoming the primary target of a bullying clique. While Noah Grayson was the leader of that clique—the polar opposite of Nathan. He's Born into an elite family, he was a tall, athletic playboy who never knew the meaning of struggle. Traumatized by the abuse from the Noah group, the Nathan was forced to drop out. He spent years working grueling jobs—repairman, delivery driver, construction worker—until he finally landed a position at his current company. Starting from the very bottom, his diligence and competence eventually led him to the position of department manager. Just as he thinks his life is finally on track, his nightmare—Noah reappears. Despite Nathan professional success, he still feels like an ant in the face of the Noah's immense power and status. Mustering his courage to confront him, Nathan was shocked when Noah claims he has come to apologize for his past sins. Asking him to give him a chance to purse him. Is this a sincere confession or a cruel joke? Is the Noah truly repentant, or is there a hidden scheme at play? How will Nathan choose this time?

“I hate you…” my words, intended as a curse came out as a filthy moan as he plunged into me so hard that I saw stars. “I don't, Dani. Because you're mine!...” he murmured hotly against my skin. “Your every breath” “Every moan” “Every tears” “Every. Single. Inch. of your Body” he spelled, each word following a deeper thrust as he claimed me over and over yet over again. * After being rejected twice by her first two mates, Danica made a vow to herself never to let herself go through another similar humiliation. Not even when she finds out that the Alpha was her third chance mate. She had no believe in the mate bond and she only took the Alpha's kindness towards her as another approach to the humiliation he planned to make her face so she never planned on admitting to being his mate. But Alpha Alexander wasn't one to give up on what he wants and right now, it could be either Danica Grayson or Danica Grayson. Will Danica give in to the relentless Alpha eventually? Or will she take her little secret to her grave? Was there a chance that she finds the love she'd always wanted or was there a chance that she'll be rejected a third time?

Seven years ago, Emily Hart poured her heart out to Cole Grayson, the school’s golden boy. But instead of a kind rejection, Cole publicly humiliated her, leaving her heartbroken and vowing never to let anyone see her vulnerable again. She transformed herself, gone was the shy, sweet girl. In her place stood a confident, successful woman determined to chart her own destiny. Now, her father, a self-made billionaire, strikes a major business deal, sealing it with an arranged marriage for Emily. The groom? None other than Cole Grayson. The shock of facing the man who once shattered her lingers, but Emily refuses to let him dominate her life again. Cole isn’t happy either, he’s already engaged to his glamorous fiancée and despises the thought of marrying Emily. Forced into a loveless union, their hatred burns hotter than ever. Yet, as circumstances conspire to keep them together; living under one roof, attending public events as the perfect couple, they begin to see the cracks in each other's facades. Old wounds resurface, fiery clashes turn to unexpected sparks, and Emily wonders: is hate truly the opposite of love? In a wide range of betrayal, longing, and second chances, Emily and Cole must decide if they can rewrite their story.

"You drive me fucking insane," he breathes against my throat. Heat pools low in my belly as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark with hunger. "Say stop," he whispers, voice strained. I hold his gaze. "I won't." … I never wanted to come to KAQ Academy. But when your mother marries into the Blackwell family, you don't get a choice. What I didn't expect was her new stepson deciding I was his personal enemy on sight. Grayson Blackwell—hockey captain, honor student, golden boy with a black heart—has made it his mission to destroy me. He's beautiful and cruel and absolutely magnetic, the kind of boy who sets fires just to watch them burn. He wants to break me, piece by piece, until there's nothing left of the girl who dared to invade his perfect world. The problem? I like the way he burns. But I'm not the only one obsessed with me. Someone has been sending me twisted letters for years, and they've followed me here. When Gray finds out about my stalker, something dark shifts in his eyes. Suddenly, I'm not just his enemy—I'm his obsession.

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

🔞ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES TW Amelia Grayson had 'apparently' spent two years pinning over a man who loved another and wanted nothing to do with her and had spent three years married to him. Then she wakes up and all of those memories are gone, she’s in a mansion, with a man who she doesn’t remember, who is just as sexy as he is cruel to her. He is Roman Wellington, and he is the most dangerous, powerful Tycoon on the continent, sex, sin, dark…dark desires all wrapped in one irresistible package. He demands a divorce. She gives it to him without hesitation. Until they both realize their marriage contract requires them to spend six more months as a married couple. In their story, friendship, dark, twisted desires and love clashes as it blooms in the most unexpected way. Roman will battle the sudden desire to have his once boring but now spitfire of a wife. Amelia will battle falling all over again for a man who had supposedly changed her and ruined her. What happens when the secrets of his even darker past comes to light? And what happens when Amelia realizes…she should’ve never wished her memories back? Will their desires trump every challenge or will they eventually lose everything? Including themselves…

Book Two In De Niro Series but can be read as stand-alone. "You're mine, Principessa and soon you'll be my queen."He said in a deep hushed voice while his hands roamed on her back like he owned her as his invaded terrotery. "In your dreams, Alessandro. I am no men's doll."She gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep her surging anger at bay. Despite of putting up a brave front,she knew what could cost her if she went against the infamous De Niros. "Yes, you're no men's doll but mine, you're my wife, Aitana and soon you'll love me with every single cell of your body."He kissed on the corner of her lips and pulled away with a smirk as her body yearned for his touch. Aitana Grayson was no stranger to violence and bloodshed as she was the heiress of powerful American Mafia King, Liam Grayson. She was a forbidden fruit ,out of any man's reach. No one expected that she'd be fallen in the arms of Alessandro De Niro who almost gave up on his quest for true love. He despised the marriage which his brother arranged on the name of Truce but eventually found him falling hard for her .

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.

"I, Grace Hawthorne reject Logan Harper,” I announced with steel in my voice. The hall fell into deep silence, I could hear the sound of sweat dripping from Logan’s forehead or my father’s increasing heartbeat. Logan's face contorted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding!" “Not anymore. I reject you.” I announced once again. My father, Daniel, standing nearby, was seething with rage. He stepped forward, his face contorted with fury. In a fit of madness, he raised a hand as if to strike me, but before he could make contact, a commanding voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks. "How dare you lay a hand on my Mate?" Xander had appeared in a flash of power, his presence filling the room. His eyes bore into Daniel’s with an intensity that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Everyone’s face paled seeing the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, anger rushed through Daniel’s features and he roared. "Not your mate, she is my daughter." Xander cut him off with a wave of his hand. "You dare to touch what’s mine and I will show you what a real Alpha can do for his mate." Xander’s growl had an intensity that shook even The wolf council. His deep blue eyes bored into mine and a slow smile grazed his features, he gestured to me to come toward him and I did. “Miss me Darling.” he purred, and a chill ran down my spine.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.