How Old Is Mark Grayson At The End Of Invincible Novels & Stories

“I’m fine, Levi saved me.” “Thank goodness for that! Mom would kill me if something happened to you!” “Then maybe I should have cracked my head open.” I grinned. Scarlett’s hazel eyes narrowed as she pushed her curly dyed honey blonde hair out of her face. I truly couldn’t believe she was in her forties. She still looked the same as when I was growing up. “Any injuries Will?” Scarlett’s husband, Grayson Wrenford approached us. He sure was a babe! He was tall with brown hair and stunning grey eyes. On his perfect jaw was a beard and a smile that could make anyone melt.

And it scared me . I broke eye contact with him , changing my glance to the floor . I saw him turn his attention back to Ice and Dante who were arguing about if pizza was better than burgers ?. Grayson came down and sat on the other side of me . "She talks a lot when she's drunk" Grayson rolled his eyes . "So what age are you ?" I asked him . "I'm 15 turning 16 next month . Chase has only gone 15" Grayson explained . "Are you and Chase friends ?" I questioned him . I was genuinely curious to know his answer because they constantly argue with eachother . I think I hit a nerve with Grayson because he didn't respond . His voice was decently deep for his age.

They could live through different eras and adapt to changing times. "I think around 100 years old," I guessed. "Close, almost there," Gray said, causing my eyes to widen. I couldn't believe that he had managed to survive for almost 100 years in this world and still looked my age. "Are you sure you're over 100 years old?" I asked again. "Yes, more precisely 250 years old," Gray replied, leaving me speechless. I couldn't comment any further. Was this a sign that I was involved with an older man? I thought, and Gray burst into laughter. It seemed like he was reading my thoughts right now.

He appeared at the edge of the courtyard, his expression unreadable, dragging someone behind him by the arm like an afterthought. My smile dropped instantly. “Oh no,” I muttered. “No, no, no.” “Don’t start,” Liam said calmly, as if he hadn’t just marched a walking problem straight into my peace. I turned fully now, hands crossing over my chest. “I told you not to spoil my mood,” I said flatly. “And yet here you are, doing exactly that.” The man beside him lifted his head slowly. Grayson. Older than I remembered. Rougher. A faint scar cut across his cheek, his once pristine appearance dulled by weeks, months of running. But his eyes were the same.

don't tell me you're still thinking about marriage? ‘I'm not I promise', he snickered, ‘It's almost 12am and I just realized it's my birthday today'. ’Well it's soon to be a day after your birthday', Connor also laughed and lifted his beer to cheer, ‘Happy birthday Mr Grayson'. *******

he leaves the word unsaid. “Or else what?” Malisha asks angrily knowing exactly what he means. “You know what I mean Malisha, and I am sure Mark here knows what I mean to,” he says. “His name is John,” Malisha says angrily. “I don’t give a flying fuck what his name is Malisha. I will end his life if he should be here. Tell him to leave,” Grayson says. “Since when did I obey your commands? I’m not your subject, Grayson,” she says sternly.

The name hit me like a physical blow, reverberating through my mind with impossible clarity. Richard Grayson. Evan's father, the man who was supposed to be dead, killed in a car accident seven years ago according to every obituary, every news article, every record I'd ever found. But here he stood, very much alive, removing his mask with the casual confidence of a man who feared nothing and no one. Before I could process what I was seeing, I felt Damian's hand grip my arm firmly, pulling me back deeper into the shadows of the parking garage. His touch was insistent, urgent and when I tried to resist, his fingers tightened just enough to make his point clear.

I also feel happy to see her finally taking steps for her future. She met that man two months ago at a friend's marriage party. After that, they started to meet each other. His name is Mark Grayson. Mom told me he is nine years younger than mom but his maturity is at a different level. They both love to connect more. My mom's age is 38 while his age is 29 which made me more shocked to hear about her relationship. But she's happy, so I'm happy. I don't know about their physical relationship because I never saw mom coming late or something like body language. I never met her boyfriend before, I only heard about him through mom's conversation. But with my mom's words, I can say he is the most c

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.

"Marcus will have a full security detail with me. I promise I'll be careful." Luna's throat tightened. "A lot is happening out there, Grayson. Victoria might be in jail, but Damien is still out there. And Grace said the real arsonist—the person who set the fire all those years ago—is still watching us." "Which is exactly why I can't show fear," Grayson said firmly. "If I hide, they win. If I let them control my life, my company, my future with you—they win." He pulled her close, resting his chin on top of her head. "I won't let them win, Luna. Not after everything we've survived."