Grayson Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

“Care to enlighten me?” “You don’t need a pretend girlfriend to go to your sister's wedding. You could actually go alone. And if you’re desperate enough for a date, you could always get anyone. You are Dominique Gray. A lot of women would kill to go on this trip with you. And if you ever run out of choices, you could get an escort. All of this is part of your little game to get inside my pants again.” “The last time I checked you picked out the game and you failed. Did you do that on purpose? Because a part of you is enjoying this little game of ours and you wouldn’t like for it to come to an end.”

"You know how I know? Because when you found out the patents were stolen, you gave them back. When you learned the truth about your father's crimes, you didn't cover them up—you exposed them. A man like Richard Vaughn would never do that." "She's right," Luna added. "You're your mother's son, Grayson. You have her kindness, her integrity, her courage. That's the legacy you carry." Grayson turned to look at her, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "How did I get so lucky to find you?" "Thrift store wedding dress," Luna reminded him with a small smile. "Remember?" He laughed, the sound wet but genuine, and pulled her close. "Best accident of my life."

I’d given up everything for him, choosing him over my own parents, yet here we were, not even a year into our marriage, and this was how he treated me. "I-It’s okay… I understand him," I whispered to myself, trying to soothe the ache in my chest. "L-Lucas must just be stressed. He needs to earn Uncle Noah’s trust if he wants to inherit all his shares in Grayson Corporation. I-I’m sure he’ll apologize once his guests are gone." I pushed down the growing doubts about Lucas’s love for me. He was the family heir, after all—he had to prove to Uncle Noah that he was worthy not just of leading the Grayson name, but of inheriting every last asset Noah Grayson owned.

the lawyer said carefully, "is a condition of inheritance. The full estate transfers only upon fulfillment of the following condition." He held the document. "The beneficiary must permanently cease all personal and professional association with Damien Grayson and all members of the Grayson family within sixty days of this reading." The office was completely silent.

Grayson’s gaze wavers, torn violently between his fondness for a sweet human girl and the absolute power of an Alpha bloodline. Mallory senses his hesitation, her palms slick with cold sweat as panic clawed at her throat. She knows Grayson better than anyone. His mind is calculating the math of power versus affection. If he drops her to claim my inheritance, she will be left with nothing. Secretly digging her nails into her palm, Mallory slips her fingers into her coat pocket and hits a panicked speed dial on her phone before lifting her tear-streaked face to Grayson.

My inbox was flooded with messages warning me to watch out for my boyfriend, Harry Pate. My hands trembled as I opened one of the messages. It was an alert post from a woman who went by "SmallTownGirl". "Please share. We're trying to find a woman named Freya White, a wealthy heiress from Syrinth. Her boyfriend was taking her back to his hometown in Quenvale. "He had gathered several friends to drug and assault her and even planned to film a gang assault to blackmail her family and secure a fortune. Please help this woman!"

At that moment, you had wanted to beat his face in for turning me into an Alpha simply because of some misguided sibling rivalry. My grandfather had rejected Uncle Greyson as his son many years ago, saying he couldn't accept a child from a hooker. Uncle Greyson had been determined to prove his father wrong. He'd gotten wealth but he'd always wanted to prove that he was a true Fredrick and had killed my father to inherit the family business but my name had already been written in the will as the sole owner of my father's estate. It had sent him into a blinding rage and had also tried to kill me but had failed. "He's finally gone forever," Ethan rasped, pulling me into a tight hug that would h

"Just because her name is Grayson, doesn't mean that she's a guy. And girls are allowed to play soccer, and... Well... Boys aren't allowed to try to kill me either..." "If you guys get married, it's gonna be so weird. Like, Gabriel weds Grayson. It's gonna sound like a gay marriage," She says. I'm more bothered by the fact that she said if we're gonna get married. Of course we're gonna get married; we're mates! "I don't mind," I simply say. "What if you go to the bedroom later and... You know... Then you find out that she's a boy?" She asks. "She's not a fu-A boy," I say. I almost cursed in front of everyone. I noticed that some people finished their dinner, and were getting up. I notice tha

Especially when that someone has a magic touch. "Lexia, my mate," Grayson informs him. He glances at me. "This is my brother, Evan." No similarity. That's what I first notice. Maybe the same nose, but other than that, the hair and eye colour don't even compliment each other. I would call Evan my relation before Grayson's. "I came to remind you-" Evan breaks off, casting his gaze over to me. "We have business to attend to." "Right," Grayson said, obviously recalling that something important required his attention.

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua