Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

"The clearance form is signed by Dr. Evans and Dr. Choi. Rhys is legally registered as an active member of the Seattle roster as of nine-thirty this morning." ​Lars looked at the sheet, a small, cold smile appearing on his face. "Excellent. The media is expecting a disaster, Rhys. They think you are here to announce your retirement or a season-ending surgery. Go out there and show them what we bought." ​Rhys looked at me one final time. The devotion in his dark eyes was absolute, a silent promise that he was playing for our future now, not his father’s legacy. He squeezed my hand, released it, and pushed open the heavy doors.

"No! I just... I want to be some kind of a Dwayne Johnson guy, but with hair. I want to be ogled by chicks. Like-- I want to look like a real man, you know what I mean?" Rig's phone dinged and he glances at it before smiling even more brightly. "You're crazier than I am today, Alexis. And you're the one who needs to see that doctor you know." Rig stood up from the chair. "Hey, where are you going? I'm not done talking to you?" He complained while watching Rig fix the chair beside the table. "You need advise to be a man? Talk to a professional, you have a lot of money, use it. And I have somewhere else to go. Goodluck on your work out, I'll send you my moral support in the air."

Fenris leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before walking away to join the others in spectating a moment in our history being made. As Alpha Grayson made his way to the center of the small arena, Jackson and I moved up from opposite sides, stopping a few feet from our referee. Jackson was wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts, leaving his chiseled chest bare and glistening even in the dim light of the room. In contrast I had chosen a pair of red and black leggings with a matching sports bra, my long hair pulled back, braided, and wrapped into a tight bun at the back of my head.

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

Storm asked. Grayson was rather displeased. “From the moment I was born, I was destined to be alone in life till the end of life.” Tempest noticed the sisters surrounding Andy as she walked over. He smiled as he said, “Grayson, if Andy chases after you instead, will you agree to get together with her?” “She’ll never chase after me.” “Let’s make a bet. If she chases after you, you’ll have to treat us to drinks once every month.”

Nina Morrison shakes her head with a wry smile, "He and I can't go back. He's going to get engaged to Jasmine Harris." Troy Roger says calmly. "I've heard about it. The Gray Family's stock has fallen sharply in the past few days, and since then has risen sharply. I guess there's something else going on behind the engagement. With Lucien Gray's personality, there would be no engagement as a buffer. If he really loves Jasmine Harris, he wouldn't wait for three years to get engaged." "What do you mean?" Nina Morrison doesn't totally understand. She needs confirmation from Troy Roger to calm her confused mind.

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.

"We are going to talk about it and you are going to write about it. And we are going to be done with the pattern once and for all." "Okay," Lennon said again. He meant it the same way he had meant the last time—completely, without reservation. Across the city, Archer posted a TikTok that was fifteen seconds long—just the text “roman grayson said goodnight to me and I have not recovered” over a video of a rain-streaked window. Two hundred thousand views in four hours.

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.