Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

“Isn’t there like a safety switch or something? I’ll keep it on until it’s needed.” Grayson hesitates a moment before engaging the trigger safety. He steps closer to show it to me. “Just tab this switch here if you need to fire it. Think you can do that?” I meet his gaze and try to ignore how my heart leaps with him standing so close to me. The wing of a hawk tattoo peeks out from the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve, adorning those ripped biceps. I swallow in a dry throat. “Yeah...if I can fix a CB radio, I think I can manage to pull a trigger.”

Grayson’s presence seemed to bring out a side of them I hadn't seen before. I leaned against the doorframe, a smile spreading across my face as I watched the scene unfold. In that moment, it was clear how much of an impact Grayson’s presence had on my kids. It was different from what they had with Raymond. Yes, they loved Raymond, but the bond they shared with Grayson felt more profound, more natural. It was as if Grayson effortlessly stepped into the role of a father, and my children responded to him in a way that was heartwarming and genuine.

"So, this Royce DeVayne, he caused more harm to Ava than her ex-husband did?" "Yeah, he's a million times worse," Grayson replied with a grim expression. Gin's eyes narrowed. "You're going to kill him, right?" Grayson's voice dripped with determination. "Yes, in the most brutal and gruesome way I can possibly imagine." Gin gave a small nod. "I hope you have a vivid imagination." Parker chimed in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "If he doesn't, I definitely do. We take care of our own, Gin. You know that."

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.

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.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

"I was eight when she came back. It felt like meeting a stranger. She claimed she'd given the baby up for adoption, and my father... he took her back like nothing had happened. He's a good man, and it makes him vulnerable." Damien's voice dropped to a whisper. "A week later, Philip Payne and his family were found shot dead in their Georgia apartment." I gasped. "Did she...?" I couldn't finish the question. "I don't know," Damien admitted, his unseeing eyes focused on some distant point. I'd always known Mrs. Grey was manipulative, but murder? Surely there had to be another explanation. "Is Danish Rob...?" I began, piecing it together. "Yes," Damien confirmed. "He's that child."

The next morning, Chris arrived at work and saw Wayne in the office. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his dress pants wrinkled, and his white shirt hanging loosely, a stark contrast to his usual meticulous and sharp appearance. Chris walked over. "President Gray, you're here early today." Wayne didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Chris, tell me, why does Scarlett insist on leaving me?" Chris was taken aback. Wayne had always been proud, never bowing his head to anyone.