Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

Only the last rod slipped through his defense, piercing his body with a thunk. Thanks to crisis alert, this one strike hit the least vital spot—just his left shoulder. No organs were harmed. The room's door was kicked open. Several people poured in—young and old, men and women. These were the remaining Finley family members, including some of the mistresses. "Silvan!" Grayson, despite being in his seventies, moved with surprising agility. Years of training had kept him fit, clearly no stranger to physical exertion—otherwise, how could he still handle two women in bed at night?

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

Alexander put the cap back on his pen and continued, “You’re not here to talk business with me, are you?” Justin walked over and sat on the sofa opposite Alexander’s desk. Both his hands were on his knees as he looked up. “Have you heard of the Riggs?” “Pigs?” Alexander frowned, puzzled by Justin’s random question, which he had misheard. It rendered Justin speechless for a moment before he explained, “No, I meant the Riggs family, that’s known for their family’s kickboxing skills. They’re similar to my family but chose to stay under the radar many years ago.”

Grayson says. The way he announces this is so casual, he sounds as if he's reciting a mantra he's used to every day. Maybe it's because he's from the Freedom Pack, and he doesn't have to worry about anything. "That son of a bitch," I growl, standing up from my seat. "He just wants to get rid of me!" Grayson frowns. "Do you not think you are capable?" "It's not that...I can't do this, I'm sorry," I tell him. I'm not sure why I am apologising to him, considering I've never wanted to aid an Alpha in any time of my life.

Grayson’s terse text. She spotted him waiting beside his sleek black SUV in a dimly lit corner. Mr. Grayson, 48 years old, stood tall and imposing. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. Silver hair showed at his temples. He radiated authority. A calm, predatory smile touched his lips when he saw her. “Raven,” he said simply. As she got closer she wondered what he had got on her bed on the text he sent and how bad it was. She stood in front of him and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe with the way the next few minutes played out.

I had spent all my money on his care, so maybe that's why he got angry when he found out I had stopped my education at that time. Ah, my tears are falling again. I quickly wipe them away because I don't want Dylan to see me crying. If he didn't see me cry when he was alive, then he shouldn't see me cry now. Hey, I don't want him to mock me up there! Ding. Oh, I have a new message on my phone. It's from Grayson. He'll be here soon. As for Grayson, he is certainly continuing his dream and his work as an athlete. Now he is even a respected senior because his personality has completely changed. He has become a very wise person and is no longer as foul-mouthed as he used to be.

Leo cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at his friend. “This is ridiculous,” said Grayson through gritted teeth, “but fine!” He shook Amber’s hand quickly. “Say it. You must say the words to make it count,” she said. “I, Grayson Godwin do solemnly swear to the best of my ability to let past grievances go and not throw the past in Amberleigh Dubois’ face. There I said it. Are you happy?” “Close enough. And I will be happy. After I get some more coffee and that bastard and his cunt spawn are in prison getting where they belong.”

"Like actually. Not performance. Not control. Actually messed up." "Yeah." Grayson laughed, breathless, the admission that cost him. "Actually messed up. The inheritance, the temper, the whole—" He gestured, encompassing the party, the house, the life he'd built on patience that was breaking. "The whole thing. The Grayson Hayes everyone sees. The patient one. The controlled one. The guy who chooses her repeatedly without guarantee." He stopped, found the honesty. "He's not real. He's what I perform so I don't become my father. But inside—" He touched his chest, the place where the temper lived. "Inside, I'm him. The wanting that becomes rage. The love that becomes possession. The—"

Willow We step into The Grayson’s home, and I am quite surprised by the minimalist decor. Reid’s father, Ridge, is a hotshot lawyer who had his sights set on the mayoral position, yet their wealth didn’t show here. I suddenly feel overdressed and see what Reid meant by going all out with my attire. “Don’t worry, just be yourself,” Reid says as if he could sense my unease while removing my coat. I sigh; how does he switch from asshole to caring in the space of 5 minutes? The man has some major issues.

Grayson. He looked just like she remembered except from the stubble on his cheeks and He looked tanned. 3 years was a really long time she thought.Grayson engulfed her in a tight hug and gave her a light peck on the lips before releasing her and laid on the bed. Prisca stood there feeling embarrassed, not because of the Kiss Of course She knew he was gay, but jason didnt and that was the reason she was feeling embarrassed and bothered. She was sure that jason thought she was a whore or that she was using him meanwhile that wasn't the case. Not like she cared what he thought about her anyways or did she?. "So how are you Grayson?".