Grayson Hawthorne Novelas e Histórias

"Thank you, I shall see to that immediately." Getting the body was easy, she had a friend, Max at the morgue who gave her all the details she needed. The body she found was that of a man called Morgan Daniel. He was a twenty-seven-year-old convict that was serving for drug lifting. He had just recently died that morning and there was no family to come to claim his body. She paid Max off for helping to drop off the body and sent him on his way. The psychic made him a cup of tea before he left.

So I continue to follow him, skipping from tree to tree like a spy in a movie, while Grayson strides ahead. This went on for a few more minutes, Grayson's long legs forcing us deeper into the forest. As he walks, he manages to pull his shirt off, tossing it off to the side. The sun, almost completely sunk behind the horizon illuminates the muscles of his back as he moves. It's my beckon, as the dim light crawls deeper through the trees, infecting every little space with darkness. Is he going to meet someone? The idea comes unpleasantly into my mind that he's meeting some girl, and I try to brush it off. Grayson isn't like that...

"I'm the master of Blossom Hall. Elise and Whitney are also my women. My name is Ashton Gray." Smirking, Ashton waved at Elise, who smiled and walked up to him. She pressed herself against him, as if meekly awaiting his orders. "Ashton Gray?" Rudy and Emmett, who'd been struggling to get onto his feet, were stunned to hear that name. They'd heard about Flint suffering a heavy loss because of Ashton, but they'd never met him before. Seeing him now, they were shocked to find that he was a young man. Furthermore, he had both Elise and Whitney in his arms right now. Clearly, he'd stolen yet another woman from Flint, making a cuckold out of the latter.

His silver-gray eyes were locked onto the heavy oak door. When the brass handle finally turned, the sound was tiny, sharp, and completely unhurried. The door swung inward with a low, hydraulic sigh. Elias Hawthorne stepped across the threshold. He had stripped away the charcoal-striped bespoke jacket, wearing only his pristine white linen shirt and dark trousers, his jaw set into that flawless line of aristocratic composure that usually signaled a total corporate freeze. But his eyes were wide, dark, and burning with a restless, primitive exhaustion that shattered the illusion of the perfect heir before the door could even close behind him.

It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV. "Come closer." He said.In my state of shock I did as he said. "Nicole Walker I presume." He knows my name. "Yes." My voice came out as a whisper. "My name is Alessandro Benavente. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially after it was brought to my attention that thinks to your intervention Im here ,alive." My brain was doing circles like hamster on a wheel. What was this, why did he bring me here. Was this his idea of "thank you for saveing my life"?.

he said pulling my hair strand behind my ear. " Which one? " I asked. " The eldest one " he answered looking at me and I respond back with just ohhhh. Because I have heard about him. Grayson Wright first son of Mr and Mrs Wright and the eldest brother of triplet Theodore Maverick and Hudson. A complete introverted arrogant and dark personality person. " By the way how was the surprise? " Aarush asked me. I showed him my complete teeth showing a smile with forming a heart shape by my hands mouthing him ' awesome '.

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

Only the heavy, deep sound of his breathing filled the enclosed space. I started the powerful engine and pulled the heavy vehicle out of the Black Fang Lodge lot. Up near the main gates, Grayson Ashbourne stepped out of the lodge, leaving his loud pack friends behind. He pulled a silver cigarette from his pocket, his jaw clenched in frustration as he tried to burn away the image of my tear-stained face. As he flicked his lighter, the massive silver Hawthorne SUV rolled past the main gates. Grayson's golden wolf eyes narrowed instantly as he locked onto the female sitting behind the wheel.