Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

He said, “Uncle Sebastian has never been late for a meeting or any occasion unless something sudden happened. He always comes in time whenever it involves work for the family.” As they were walking down, Kyle who was in front of the group saw two cars parked alongside Grey’s new car, the Chevrolet Camaro that was from the year 1968. The two cars were Rolls Royce Phantom and about three guards around the place. “Look there are cars at the entrance-” “Let’s hurry up,” Grey said as he quickly went down the hill. “Oh fuck.” Kyle who was the person in front accidentally tripped on a large root that was sticking on the ground. He wasn’t bruised or anything, he was just feeling the pain on his knee

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

Grayson glanced down at me and huffed. "Got shot at. Some hunters saw a huge wolf stalking the deer they were after and aimed. Luckily the bullet wasn't silver and I dug it out and healed within a few hours," he said nonchalantly. I frowned at that. "We need to discuss our son," I said softly and he exhaled deeply and told me okay.

Grayson imitated Ash’s voice immediately and cried out wretchedly, “Mrs. Harts, this is Ash. Please save me. Sir Ares wants to disfigure me and blacklist me. Please make a plea of leniency for me. You know I have family members to take care of. My life will be over if I’m disfigured.” Angeline roared furiously, “What? He wants to disfigure you? And blacklist you?” Grayson responded, “Yes, please save me, Mrs. Harts…” Grayson hung up. Jay pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, awaiting Angeline’s call. However, Angeline did not call him. Instead, she called Grayson. Grayson handed the phone to Jay, and Jay’s complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pan. “Answer it,” he ordered Gray

He was going to fucking ruin Jackson Van Courtlandt. The best ways to ruin men like that bastard was not to try and bring charges through the legal system against him. Grayson wasn’t naïve enough to believe that his surrogate would see justice through the courts. Her character would be assassinated, and that prick would get off scott free. No, the best way to make him pay would be to take away the things that mattered to him most. And Grayson had a plan forming to make that happen. That piece of shit didn’t even know what was coming to him, and he’d touched what didn’t belong to him.

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."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Grayson gritted his teeth and said, "There's nothing good about that woman!" "Goodness me. So you called us up today because your wife bullied you, huh? Come on, tell us what she did. We'll stand up for you! I'm sure we'll be able to handle her!" said Tristan. Tristan Saunders was the owner of Liquor Den. He and Grayson had been best buddies since they were kids. He was infamous for being a playboy. He was handsome and rich and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes. Tristan was the relationship guru of their friend group.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

Grace Larsen next to him was furious as well. It was because her identity was hidden. Hence, Grayson did not know the patron of Grace was Elder Crain. He always thought that she was someone from the underclass. He treated her as a brute who was unworthy of being the eldest daughter-in-law of the Larsen family at all. He had made her life complicated by creating all sorts of obstacles. So, only then did Wayne run to Grace’s hometown in Michigan for development. Soon after, Grayson’s phone call came again.