Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

muttered Grayson . "You deserved it .' said Cynthia with tears in her eyes .Grayson held her arm tightly trying to cause her pain . Damon enetred the room . "Grayson leave her ." Damon snapped . "Why huh she insulted me .What does she think of herself ." said Grayson . "I said Leave her ." said Damon pushing Grayson back . "What the hell is wrong with you dude ? Why are you defending this filthy .." said Grayson "Don't you dare to insult her in front of him and now leave i don't wanna see you near her ." said Damon arrogantly .Grayson and the other boys left looking disappointed .

Inside the hideout, a guy is busy with the computer, one is busy creating scientific instruments and weapons and others are busy discussing. "How is everything going, Jason?" One of the guys asked the guy working on the computer. "I'm searching every area in Texas but everything seems pretty clear to me," Jason answered. Jason Grayson is twenty years old with blond short hair and grey eyes. He attends MSA but after school, he comes to the secret hideout to help out. He is a computer guru and can hack through anything. He had a twin brother Norman Grayson who looks exactly like him in height and everything, the only difference between the two is the sound of their voice. Norman Grayson sees g

Thirty. Gradually, slowly, the tremors began to ease. His breathing started to even out. His grip on her waist remained tight, but less desperate. Less like he thought she'd vanish if he let go. But he still held on. "I killed them." The words were so quiet Shayla almost didn't hear them. "What?" Her hand stilled in his hair. "Who did you kill? What are you talking about?" "On my birthday." Grayson's voice was hollow, empty. "My sixth birthday. After the party I didn't want, I told them I wanted to go out. I wanted to see the fish at the aquarium."

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.