Novel & Cerita Grayson Hawthorne

She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy. "You're that guy. Anthony Reeves—the Yankee?," she asked but was answered with silence. She sighed and leaned back. "You... haven't shown up at the graduation ceremony, have you?" Anthony looked at her and frowned. "Yeah! Yeah. What a sad story...blah blah," he replied sarcastically as he lay on his back at the other end of the couch, putting some distance between them. "I didn't mean it like...that," Iktanne gasped as she stared at him, wide-eyed.

I run to the Packhouse, not knowing how late it is and if I stayed in there longer than I had thought. I make it to the front doors of the Packhouse and turn to the main house grandfather clock and to my surprise, I have just enough time to shower and get ready before I meet up with grandma and help her and my parents deliver the food to the boutique. I start undressing as I hit the bedroom door, paying no attention to my surroundings until I hear a whistle aiming directly at me. My face turns red as I look up and see Wyatt, leaning back in a chair, fixing his bulging pants.

Grayson POV I was awoken by the smell of smoke in the middle of the night. I get up and made my way toward the sound of screams. I step outside the hotel and see that the forest was now completely engulfed in flames. I run to help everyone to put out the flames. Some have garden hoses, others are running back and forth between the house and the forests with buckets filled with water. I feel pressure inside my skull. Almost like someone is trying to communicate with me. I open up myself and Ansiel comes forth.

Although Grayson, the leader of Ghost, was an extremely dutiful and responsible person, he appeared to be rather opportunistic and lazy in comparison to Whitney, who worked non-stop like a robot. Grayson teased Whitney from time to time, “Whitney, Savannah Jones is your greatest love rival. Why would you spend so much effort looking for her? If I were you, I’d wish that she vanished from the earth's surface instead.” Whitty rolled her eyes at Grayson and said, “Even if she’s my love rival, I’d like to compete with her openly instead of scheming against her behind her back.” Grayson teased her, “You’re really a perfect match for Jens.”

“Justin is gone. Before he could hate her properly or forgive her or do anything, except feel the absence she had left behind.” I feel my hands begin to shake. “Arthur, you need to get up. You can’t be seen like this.” She says. “I don’t care. Just let me be.” I snapped at her. I stayed on my knees in front of the chair, forehead pressed to hers, breathing in the last fading trace of her scent while the hollow place in his chest continued to ache. My wolf snarls and paces, furious and lost in equal measure. Justin is dead, and nothing about it feels simple.

It was just my luck to be struck down with a cold at the same time as my period was due. The mattress creaked as they all rolled out of bed. Four enormous, half-naked muscle men stumbled out of the bedroom, half-asleep with bedhead and morning glory. Grayson scrubbed a hand over his outgrown stubble. “I need a trim, but I can’t be bothered to do it,” he muttered. His long wiry whiskers gave him a rugged appearance and it made him look twice as sexy. I leaned in for a cuddle, kissing his lips, and felt the coarse texture spike my upper lip.

They all bring their change of clothes to use later before the party and I ask them to put it in the guest room upstairs. They then introduced themself to me one by one, starting from a very motherlike person who claim he was the most charming man among the others, Neva Krone. Then goes to the tallest among them named Eddie Brown and then goes to the goofiest among them, he was bright like a burst of sunshine and was funny seeing the way he act. His name was Lucas Crow and then goes to the next which is a bunny-toothed man named Jaxon Filo and the last was a very handsome man that looks like a celebrity or a model named Trevor Jule.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

The old woman was crying and holding her cane with great difficulty, and I wondered what was going on. A young man with pure black hair stood beside another black haired man but he was older. I recognize him as Mr Grayson, cause I have already met him at the wedding, and I guessed the young man beside him is his son; Austin Grayson. Austin's head was lowered in shock as he stares at a piece of paper in his hands. Mr Grayson stood there with teary eyes, staring into space with the same shocked expression. His collard shirt was wrinkled and disheveled and his tie was rough against his neck as if he had angrily drew it down.

His calculated, patient, perfect revenge. After twelve years of waiting, Logan Harrison was finally making his move. And Grayson was powerless to stop him. With shaking hands, he tried to call me one more time. Blocked. Completely blocked. Grayson staggered to his feet, his reflection in the window showing a broken man he barely recognized. After hurriedly splashing water on his face and changing his rumpled clothes, he headed to the Pack House office.