Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

I hummed. “Men are the worst,” he grunted. “Cheers to that,” I said as I picked up my coffee. “Anything I can do?” he asked. “No,” I said sadly. “Did he hurt you?” he asked. “Yes, but not beyond repair,” I whispered. “If you need me, I’m here. I’m always here,” Gabe said. “What would I do without you?” I sighed exasperatedly. “You’d live a miserable existence. We’re basically mates,” he said.

There is also a white oak stake stuck in his heart and just like what happened to Fabian earlier when Lincoln and I caught him lying on the floor and unconscious with a white oak stake stuck on his heart, the veins of this man are also visible all over his body, it’s like it’s popping out of his skin. "It's them, they're our brothers. This is Guzman and that's Polo. I can't believe our mother's not playing with us, it's been decades since the last time I saw them." Fabian said and it looks like he was still in disbelief as he stared at our brothers lying in the coffins.

"Christian?" Johnny asked, smirking at me. "Yes, Christian Grey," I said, and suddenly I regretted saying that because Johnny crawled towards me with the same stupid smirk. "Is that so?" he asked as he leaned down, nibbling my earlobe. I shivered from the pleasure. Johnny pulled back, still smirking, and said, "You know, the only reason I watched that movie was to learn some new moves that are pleasurable, but I otherwise hated it. I know I could give you more pleasure than that fucker." He climbed on top of me, and my eyes went wide, wondering what was going to happen next. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but a part of me was excited, especially if he kept talking to me like that.

They don't want their mother to know about their relationship life or she will have their head in the next instant after knowing about what devil they are. Grayson is dying in pain, not in physical pain. It's his emotional pain that is killing him. He is tormenting to meet kashvi and his kids. He wants to hold his mini angels as today is the day when they will be out from the life machine and will be discharged to go home. However, kashvi was discharged three days before. He wants nothing just small things which means the whole universe for him. He wants to accompany Kashvi to welcome their kids into the home. He wants to be beside her to help her with their kids. He also wants to suggest na

Piper emphasize. I roll my eyes and draw my knees to my chest. "What about his father or even his mother ?" I ask this time. "Heard is father is dead. And according to the media, Mia Carter , Gray's mom remarried a Canadian after her husband's death. So basically, Gray's mother is in Canada. The man's rich. I think is name is ...." Alexa said snapping her fingers in thoughts. " Antonio.. Sounds like a mafia boss's name." Brandon chuckles.

“You’re ruining marinara for me forever.” I could have told her the truth: Grayson doesn’t kill for kicks the way Caisen sometimes does, like violence is a language he enjoys speaking. Grayson’s a math problem with a pulse. If he draws blood, it’s because he’s already calculated three futures where mercy costs more. He’s not kind; he’s efficient. The city calls it monstrous because it keeps them safer than admitting they need him. But saying that out loud would be admitting I knew the temperature of his thoughts. So I exhaled through a smile. “People love ghost stories. Makes them feel important.”

“Selena’s done. I want her off the set tomorrow. Make sure she knows it’s over.” There was a pause on the other end before Derek’s hesitant voice came through. “Mr. Grayson, are you sure? Julian Mathers—” “I don’t give a damn about Julian Mathers!” Grayson snapped, cutting him off. “She’s mine to deal with, and I’m going to make sure she regrets crossing me.” He ended the call, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped into the cool night air, his mind already plotting his next move.

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

Across from him, three men lounged lazily against the leather seats, all of them drunk, all of them high, all of them too interested in a story that should have ended hours ago. The table in front of him was littered with empty glasses. Shot after shot after shot. He had lost count somewhere around seven. Or maybe it was twelve. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. "Okay." One of the guys leaned in, his voice slurred, his eyes bloodshot. "So tell me what this bitch did again?" Grayson laughed — a hollow, jagged sound. "So I went to her house," he said, pouring another shot. "Not even her house. Her friend's house. 'Cause she's homeless as shit now, thanks to my brother."

“Hey! You can't just simply get rid of me after everything—” “I said leave!” he snapped, though his voice cracked at the end. After a long pause, Dylan sighed helplessly and stood. “Alright. Call me if you need anything.” Grayson didn’t respond. He just stared at the empty space ahead of him, drowning in the one thing he never learned how to handle— Loss. Dylan left the bar quietly, a heaviness settling in his chest. And then Grayson was alone. Completely alone. His vision blurred. His arms felt numb. His head spun violently as he reached for another drink but missed the glass. But nothing can compare the heaviness he felt in his heart. He lost a child. And he's losing the woman that only ma