Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Sigils blaze violently around its form, already recalculating, already escalating. This region resists correction, it announces coldly. Escalation authorized. The ground convulses. Pillars of light spear upward around us, boxing the Hunt in with surgical precision. Wolves slam into the barriers, snarling as invisible force throws them back. Ethan skids to a stop beside me. “That’s new.” Gravehowl emerges from the smoke behind us, colossal form coalescing fully now—fur bristling, eyes burning with savage delight.

“I’ll call in sick for you tomorrow. Now get some sleep.” He stood up and walked out of the suite. His long legs moved graciously. My eyes roamed till it landed on his perfectly squared broad shoulders. How could one man be so handsome and terrifying at the same time. Immediately the door behind him closed, I released a heavy breath I had not realized I was holding. I wrapped my long hair into a ponytail and smoothened those bangs that threatened to blind me. What was I thinking? Rowen Grayson is the most feared man in New York. He commands so much respect and authority. I would never want to get on his bad side, which makes me sometimes wonder if Ethan was thinking straight or he was just a

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

He had no fear even if she didn’t like him immediately, with Arthur soon to be totally out of the picture, she would be left with no choice but him. Minutes later, he held his car horn against the gates of the Jo family. The gateman poked his head for a few seconds, retrieved in and soon the gates was rumbling open. He drove in and found a space to park his car. Ms jo was already waiting outside, a welcoming smile spread in her face. “That smile looks…sort of fake.” Maxwell felt his wolf speak to him. “Shush. No distractions today, please.” “Hello, Ms Jo. I hope I am not too early.” He bows his head on getting to where she stood. Her smile grew even wider.

Ashton felt that he might even harvest some honey from a slight squeeze. Ashton looked at his blushing wife and felt his whole body turn warm. He felt as if he was soaked in a hot spring. The coldness that he had felt when he was coming from the outside all melted away. His throat felt itchy as his mind thought of all the dirty stuff, he wanted to do with her.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

I had to know if he was okay. I made it to the edge of the Cole territory, my boots sinking into the mud. Their house was a shack, the windows dark. But then, a light flickered in the shed. I crept closer, my heart in my throat. I peered through a crack in the boards. Grayson was there. He was shirtless, hunched over a workbench. But he wasn't fixing an engine. He was holding a piece of jagged glass, and he was carving something into his own forearm.

Too bad he’d been a shitty father most of Amber’s life, though he was trying to make up for that now. Speaking of handsome men, but hopefully not shitty fathers, in the row ahead of Giovanni, Grayson Godwin was holding Leo’s head in his lap. The billionaire’s shaking hands were covered in blood as he pressed them against his friend’s stomach. The blood would never come out of his Armani suit, Amber thought. Grayson had actually tried his hand at acting in high school. He was one of the most beautiful men Amber had ever seen. Though he wasn’t as pretty at the moment and didn’t smell so good either. His thick brown locks were dirty and tousled, his straight jaw covered with more stubble than u

“Just let someone examine her.” He said nothing. Leah hesitated, then added, “I know... I know she’s Whitney’s murderer. But even so, this—this is too much, isn’t it?” Grayson turned slowly to face her. His gaze was sharp—like ice and steel fused together. “Even death is too good for her,” he said darkly. “Let her feel just a fraction of what Whitney felt.” And with that, he stood up and walked out without sparing her another glance.

she gupped hard and instantly looked away. "You funny Miss. I am Grayston Ian (IX) ,it more than a pleasure meeting you", he said smiling stretching forth his hand in a humble gesture yet charming manner The smile alone killed Heather's brain cells and sent her to a numb state. "Huh" she muttered dumbfounded which made the man looked at her quizzically. "Uh.umm..I don't mean to prey but do you mean the prestigeous multi trillion dollars Grayston family". "Yes" he answered dryly