Grayson Hawthorne Novels & Stories

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

"Will do. And Gray? Whatever's going on with your mystery woman... be careful. I should have an update on Joy Smith's husband soon." Grayson nodded, watching his friend climb into a waiting car before heading to his own vehicle. The drive home took twenty minutes. Twenty minutes where Grayson's mind raced with everything Nate had said about Prue, everything he'd observed, all the pieces that didn't quite fit together. His brownstone appeared, warm light glowing from the windows. He'd left them on this morning, not wanting to come home to darkness. Morgan's ghost still haunted these rooms sometimes, but he was exorcising her piece by piece. The bed had been the first thing to go.

Grayson came back with a tray with coffee and chocolate drink . We thanked him and he took a seat on the other couch. He lets out a tired sigh and rubbed his jaw. "How do I start" "My wife has cancer ".

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

Dylan revealed. Grayson’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who was he?” “He was known as Garry Hart—an illegitimate son of the prominent Harris family.” Grayson’s blood boiled like a hot pot. “Bring that man in front of me as soon as possible,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

Without thinking, I hurried forward and pushed open the slightly ajar door. Grayson was inside, shirtless, standing in front of a large mirror with his back partially to me. Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every old scar that marked his body like a map of battles won. But there was a new one—a nasty gash along his left side, still seeping blood. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was trying to clean it himself with a cloth, movements sharp and frustrated. My wolf surged forward so fast I had to grab the doorframe to steady myself. The scent of him—pine, storm, blood, and that dark wildness—hit me like a wave. He looked even more dangerously

I was sure there was a wide grin on my face. “What are you thinking about?” Speak of the devil. Gray was watching me with arms crossed over his chest at the doorway. I didn't realise he was there. He is wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, and his hair is damp, seemingly showered before I woke up. It was too early for me to start drooling over the man. Damn it! I covered my whole form with his sheets. I probably looked like a raccoon While he stood there looking so gorgeous and delicious.

The next morning, Grayson did not go to work as usual. He and Sienna had breakfast together. The two of them had been avoiding eye contact, and Sienna immediately recalled the strange atmosphere of last night. She then thought about the message from Julian. Grayson didn't know what she was thinking. He just thought it was a result of her shyness and was a little relieved. The atmosphere in the morning was unexpectedly harmonious that even Grayson took the initiative to hand the strawberry jam to Sienna, which made Mr. Harlan almost unable to hold back his tears. It was so different from a Mrs. Kai here! Mr. Kai was now much friendlier, and nothing like he was before. He was like a big iceber

She hissed at them. "Okay but if I scare you it’s because you asked for it." He cleared his throat. "About thirteen years ago Mr. Hewsen got bit by a venomous snake, he supposedly died and then somehow got up and started living again. He hadn't been seen since then up until two years ago. He then suddenly had someone living with him. The boy’s name is Garrett, he's kind of psycho. Another year went by and they adopted a girl named Lena. We're expecting them to adopt another someone in a few months." Ricky said. “He’s the one that has the gray eyes like you.” Maybe he is related to you?” “It sounds like he was very lucky. He also sounds like a nice man helping out a couple of kids.” Jade said