Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

It was weird to say the least. Word got around that Devon was involved in Grayson being shot and a lot of people were asking if he was okay. He hated the attention. "How could you still get more points than me?!" I asked, staring dumbfounded at the TV screen. "Talent," Grayson said with a smile. We were playing Call of Duty and were killing some zombies, yet Grayson scored way more points than me. His arm was in a sling, so he had to hold his control to the side, which was quite difficult in my opinion. "I told you I would score higher than you. Now, I believe you owe me something." He tapped his pointer finger on his cheek. I sighed, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his cheek. However,

DARK DESIRES BY ADURA EPISODE FIFTY-ONE Getting to the house, Gray was there waiting for me, But was quite surprised that Tyler isn't around. He told me he won't be going out today. I walked closer to him and he bowed respectfully. Gray has been my my second right hand man since years,He took gunshots for me countless times which made me trust him, Although,he might not know how much he's important to him but hell,I could do anything for him.

He said casually. Roman’s eyes narrowed. “Could this day get any worse?” Grayson smirked. “Yeah—when I tell you this whole thing is only the beginning.” “What do you mean?” Roman asked. Without answering, Grayson lifted his shirt slowly. The fresh bandage wrapped tightly around his side caught the light. “I picked up a little souvenir last night.” He said, stepping further in. Roman’s face hardened. “What happened?” “Looks like your mysterious shooter didn’t stop with you.” Grayson shrugged. “He came after me too.”

I whisper as tears rolled down my face, "I want to touch you. Please." Gray stopped for a second and watched me with a frown. It was like as if a flash of sympathy ran past his eyes as he watched my tears fall down from my face. Those tears were from the immense pleasure I felt from all of this. That's all. Gray went to untie the rope and as soon as he did, my hands released into freedom. I whimper as my hands began to travel all over his body before they reached his back. Gray moaned into my ears when I caressed his back however, when he continued to thrust harder and faster than before. My finger nails dig into his skin as I dragged them down.

Grayson POV I woke up with a song in my heart. My wolf is happy. My angel is happy. My heart has never been so free. I pick up my phone to call my mother. She will be happy to hear that I am one step closer to finding my mate. My mother picked up on the first ring. "Hello, my boy. It is so good to hear from you. How is Australia treating you?" "I am good, but I am no longer in Australia. I am currently in New-Zeeland."

nothing was coming to my head at this point. Wait. Her publishing company... Maybe I could apply for a position there as well as being on Eve's team for the remainimg days of her tour. Her book tour would be ending in less than a week. I went on the internet and googled on Wayne Publishers. The man who owned it was John Wayne. His name sounded a bit familiar...more like someone who I may have come in contact with in the past. Not thinking twice, I called my personal assistant, Finn. "Mr Gray, hello."

Austin POV I stood there rooted to the spot as Leslie walked away. The words she said echoed in my head. Leslie Grayson. Granddaughter of Harold Grayson. Harold Grayson was a legend in the business world. A ruthless tycoon who built an empire from scratch and was known for never forgiving a slight. A man who didn't even have a photo of himself in any public domain. It would be a miracle to catch one or two pictures of his interviews or videos which didn't last on the media for twenty four hours.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to