Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

After some minutes, the smoke was getting thinner and finally… She could see a silhouette of someone’s that familiar. “Sierra?” Without answering, she just ran forward to crash their bodies together. “Ouch, ouch. Easy there, Sierra,” Gray chuckled as he hugged the woman back. Blood was trickling from his head and entire body, but he insisted he was pretty fine. “He killed himself,” Gray shook his head as he recalled his last conversation with the King. He was leaning on Sierra as they walked out the smoke. “We won this fight.” He grinned stupidly before he passed out.

Grayson emerged immediately after Belle finished speaking, leaving her to wonder if he had been waiting by the door. She couldn't help but stare at his body. Grayson had always stuck to his fitness routine. Thus, he had a model-like physique. He appeared slim when clothed, but without them, his muscular form was on full display. His sun-kissed skin added to his healthy appearance, while his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles showcased his impressive fitness level. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, Grayson undeniably possessed a striking physical presence.

“Not yet.” “She had you kidnapped, Grayson, and intended to have you killed,” I said. “I don’t think she can be convinced…” “It’s not her I have to convince, it’s the people,” Grayson said. Reggie cast me a worried look, but he didn’t speak up again. And neither did I. When Grayson was like this, there was really no convincing him. It would be a wasted effort to even try. “I’ll see to that car,” Reggie said and left the tent.

"Regina, it is okay for you to say these words in front of me, but not to others?" Regina did not mind Makayla's abnormal behavior. She just sneered, "I knew it. I will not marry the man right now. I just want to see what it will look like when such a proud man kneels in front of me." From childhood to now, there was nothing she couldn't get. That man was the same. Grayson soon returned to the flower shop. He walked into the store, only to find that the boss was counting money alone. Sienna was gone. His eyes immediately became cold, and he asked the boss, "Where's my wife?"

Gray said opening his arms wide as I rushed towards him and gave him a tight hug , he rubbed my hair gently before kissing it . " You're doing great baby !! " His phone started ringing , Gray took it out and immediately he saw the caller ID, he looked at me before swallowing hard " Baby , keep practicing, I'll be right back " " Seriously, ? Again ! "I said to myself trying not to show the disappointment on my face

My men have done damage to one of his lungs. Good. “Exactly. Scraps,” I reply coolly. I casually tug at one of his chains, earning a pained whimper from him. “Please. I’ll do better. Give me another chance, Mr. Sinclair.” “I don’t give a flying fuck about your poor business skills. What I want to know about is him.” Riggs’s swollen eyes crease slightly. “I’ve already told you, I don’t know him. He gave me the car and told me to drive it near your house. I wouldn’t have done it, but then he offered me some money, and I needed the money.”

I rattle around in his arm as he sighs and puts me down. "You're loud, God! Look, I saved your ass just now so you better not make it hard for me." He was annoyed, It's very visible but I state my demands already so I'm not backing up.We both stare at each other eyes as if we are playing the 'don't blink' game. Until he sighs and looks away "You got 10 minutes." Hearing his agreement I sigh in relief as I muttered my thanks that were replied with a nod. After 10 minutes I come back with a Black floral off-shoulder and spaghetti strap top, Denim jeans, and a black pointed-toe flat

Grayson Godwin emerged from his red-eye flight to La Guardia airport with a hell of a headache and feeling short tempered. It should have been a happy occasion as he was only six hours away from finding out the gender of his first child. But after a grueling day spent in meetings with lawyers and board members at Godwin Railroad, negotiating the sale of lands owned both privately and publicly, to expand the train’s railways, he was fucking done. His nerves shot and his tolerance for incompetence even less than usual. Just the sound of the adjacent businessman in first class, chewing and breathing loudly, had nearly made him cause a scene on the six-hour flight. And well, there was the fact o

“Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.” I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.” Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away. “Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

Does he think that I owe him something? I don’t. I’m grateful, but that’s as far as it goes. His nails dig into my cheek. His thumb swipes across my lip. So much anger. His life is going just fine. He’s back at the top of his game. Amanda gave me the highlights from the last few games. Greyson has been on fire, leaving everything on the ice. He’s been interviewed for the local paper a few times. There’s been a feature in the New York Times, along with a smiling photo of him and his father, who attended one of them.