Grayson Hawthorne Novelas e Histórias

Grayson. Of course it was him and his creepy stalking. I clenched my fist angrily. This is fucking manipulation. Definitely him trying to soften me up, trying to make me think he actually cared, trying to get under my skin and maybe break my walls just so he can hurt me again like he always did. But I was no fool. I might have been once, but never again. No matter how much he pretended, I knew him. Grayson Holt doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it.

The previous Christian would have been intimidated but not the man present here. “How have you been father?” And before those words had came out from my mouth, we both held a small eying contest. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted him to add me to his damn will, I won’t even attend his funeral let alone cry. Grey was a fucking bastard. Without moving his eyes from me, he hurled, taking another puff from the cigarette, “How has he been holding the position?” He was referring to me teaching in Harrison. Thought I hadn’t actually worked my way to the top of being a professor, I did work thought.

"There's this dress you need to—" She stops talking abruptly when the door swings open and Grayson enters the room. He seems to be too busy brooding at first to notice that there are people in the room. Then suddenly he halts, his eyes slowly moving from the beautician to grandmother and finally it lands on me. His eyes sweep over my figure before he looks away. I'm too stunned to even move to cover myself. Not that I can do much anyway. The robe is translucent. I'm almost certain he saw the outline of my nipples and curves.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

Aaron looked down to Grayson’s hand wrapped around his bicep, then up into his face. Aaron: So, you’re a Maine. Grayson: I don’t see it. What makes you so special that they have to keep dancing around your precious feelings? Why should you know about me if I choose not to have it that way? So what if we share DNA? All I see when I look at you is a man playing with two women that I care for. With that, Grayson let go and both men returned to the car. The rest of the drive to the Hunter residence went by in silence. Grayson snuck them onto the grounds and led them to an abandoned garden cottage some distance from the main house.

“ That explains it.” Crimson tried to smile even though it faltered as he struggled not to look intimidated. Grayson tilted his head faintly, studying him with his eyes cold, measured, and dangerously so. “I was wondering what kind of man approaches another man’s wife alone in a private garden,” he continued. “Now I realize I gave you too much credit.” Crimson’s jaw tightened. “You’re misunderstanding..” “No,” Grayson cut in smoothly. “I understand perfectly.” His gaze swept over him with open disdain. “A bored man with too much money and too little self-control.”

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

the server explained. "Witwiw," Gray whistled. "That's interesting." After years of cooking, this was the first time someone criticized his food. "That's absurd! Chef Gray's dishes are always exceptional!" the sous-chef defended. Instead of responding, Gray took off his apron. "Let's go see who it is," he said with a mischievous smile. He left the kitchen, drawing attention from the people around. They recognized him as the renowned Gray Thompson, known for his charm and as Victoria Red's lover.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.