Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

I picked up my phone to check what the media was saying. “Greyson Corp announced as the winner of the Fashion Runway after a huge mistake?” I knew I had to plan something else; I needed to get rid of Elaine finally. Just then, the door flung open, and Gary stormed in. I bit my lower lip and held my breath in anticipation of his outburst. “You incompetent human!” I took several steps back as he got closer to me, lunging forward as he raised his hand. He stopped midway as though realizing something. “You are lucky, you carry the Wayne heir. I would have really dealt with you.”

Grayson strolls in wearing nothing but a towel low around his hips, displaying his rock-hard chiseled tan chest, dripping with water droplets. His hair was over his forehead and sticking to his skin, making him seem like anything but the cold, ruthless and bossy billionaire, but just like a regular guy, who happens to be extremely good-looking and in shape. "You asshole, I told you not to leave marks on me." I hiss out, tilting my neck, showing him. "How am I supposed to explain this?" Grayson coldly looks and ignores me as he removes the towel from his waist and starts drying himself, showing his limp yet still large cock for full display.

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

Without thinking, I hurried forward and pushed open the slightly ajar door. Grayson was inside, shirtless, standing in front of a large mirror with his back partially to me. Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every old scar that marked his body like a map of battles won. But there was a new one—a nasty gash along his left side, still seeping blood. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was trying to clean it himself with a cloth, movements sharp and frustrated. My wolf surged forward so fast I had to grab the doorframe to steady myself. The scent of him—pine, storm, blood, and that dark wildness—hit me like a wave. He looked even more dangerously

Jordan Thomas grimaced as he hobbled out his front door to sit on his porch, the crutch he was forced to use more of a hindrance than a help. His leg screamed at him with every step he took, the wound left by the dark elf, Aradhon, a constant reminder that the world was a very different place now. While being shot by some drug dealer's passing gunfire had always been a real concern for him living in the Bottoms, he never dreamed that he'd almost be killed by a sword. At least the bugger got his in the end, Jordan sighed as he sat down, his injured leg stretched out before him.

He waved, pouring me my regular drink. “Just work and stuff, man.” “And who’s this lovely lady beside you?” He asked, looking at Ava. “She’s, my friend; Ava.” I introduced her to which Grayson nodded, passing his best smile to her. Grayson is someone who’s more than just someone I know. He’s couple of years older than me, probably thirty or something. So, I met him three years back. Both me and Justin kind of saved his life. His shift ended that night when me and Justin were walking out of the bar. And that’s when I saw a group of men almost trying to kill him. He was shot and bleeding, trying his best to fight them. We didn’t have gun at that time yet we did our best to fight those men. I’m

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?".

She added with a dreaming sigh. I giggled partly and followed her. “Aye, mute! What’s up!” She greeted Grayson, who was standing next to an Audi A7, his arms folded in front of him looking casual with his black jeans and white shirt that almost got ripped with how tight it looked over his chest and arm muscles. Grayson wasn’t mute, but he barely talks. To my surprise, he smiled slightly and nodded. Well, I guess Violet is a very adored woman. The Audi is his? Damn.

Grayson came back with a tray with coffee and chocolate drink . We thanked him and he took a seat on the other couch. He lets out a tired sigh and rubbed his jaw. "How do I start" "My wife has cancer ".

In his hands, was his suit Vero rolled her eyes and hit Lena by the thigh. Ugh, could her friend be anymore dumber than ever? "I'm sorry." She said clearing her throat unnecessarily in embarrassment. Oh Gosh, he was even more handsome up close and personal. Gosh, and he was bigger, could her day get any more better? He smiled and she melted, inside. On the outside, she has a blank face. Wow, his smile was breathtaking "I'm Luke" He said extending his hand out to her