Jennifer Grayson Real Story Novels & Stories

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

I began, looking directly into the camera, “is a disgraced cat. Years ago, I allowed her to stay at the Lockwood mansion when I was married to Grayson because she needed a place to stay after one of her many issues with her father. But instead of being grateful, she chose to betray me, fabricating lies and photoshopping pictures to create a narrative that simply wasn’t true.” The journalists were hanging on my every word, their pens scribbling furiously. I continued, “Now that Grayson and I have finally gotten back together, she’s still bitter. The truth is, Jocelia is obsessed with Grayson. It’s pathetic, really. She has no one in her life and is desperately trying to stay relevant by runni

Her brain was no longer functioning the way it was meant to. Grayson sent his hand through the thickness of his hair again and I wondered if it was a stress thing. A habit he had adopted without realizing it. ‘I’m sorry.’ His voice was deep and rusty. ‘I thought she was yet another gold-digger after Ethan’s trust fund.’ ‘But she told you she met Ethan at the gym. It’s a specialized one that has tailor-made classes for each client.’

The room went still. “Delight?” I repeated, my voice low and dangerous. “She came to me a few months after the accident ago,” Grayson continued, his voice shaking. “She knew I was going to expose her the moment I found out. She said she had dirt on me—things from my past that could ruin me. She threatened to expose me unless I helped her cover her tracks after... after the accident.” “And you helped her?” Adrien asked, his tone laced with disgust.

She didn't feel sorry for him in the slightest, he should have called his parents and warned them what was going on. "Mother, please." Grayson's voice took on the commanding tone that brooked no argument in boardrooms or bedrooms. "I need you to listen now." The voice on the other end fell silent. "Thank you," he continued. "First, everything in those tabloids is twisted. Morgan was never pregnant. She faked it, and we have proof, as you saw in this morning’s press conference. Second, I met Honey after she had filed for divorce from her husband."

Leaving the hospital, I was about to hail a cab when I saw Grayson walk into a revolving restaurant, hand in hand with a woman. I would never forget that face. The very same woman who once clung to my ex-husband's arm, taunting me with smug defiance. I drew a deep breath, steadied myself, and walked straight toward the restaurant. I chose a quiet, hidden corner and sat down. Grayson and Kayla faced each other at a table. His eyes brimmed with tenderness as he slid a beautifully wrapped gift box toward her. "Today's your birthday. I got you something."

Lucas stood up in his full nudity and gave Alice a hand raising her up, holding her to himself and said "Let's bath together" In the hermit, sister Susana received another detail of what she sent Sister Margaret. The scandal was all lies. She's engaged to Louis Hayden, the father of her kids. "Miss Pamela Grayson is heavy with a child for her ex fiance. She does a lot of small jobs to survive until her grandmother visits. She's happy now. Her grandmother is her backbone and she's learning to be a strong woman"Sister Margaret informed. "I'm glad that Clarion ma'am did well to visit her. Assign men to watch over her, keep her from harm's way. And when she delivers let me know" Sister Susana in

I arrived at the location, the reporters were already there,I screamed out his name, cursing him “How could you do this me to Gray,you didn’t just get my engaged some months back but you got me pregnant and now you want to abandon me. Why are you doing this to me? Where did I ever go wrong.” I have to credit my acting skills, I am always one step ahead of him. Everything was believable because of my acting skills. I imagined the fun they will be having on their honeymoon,I got bitter and screamed again. Gray came out,hurling daggers at me,as if I care. What matters is that I will soon move into this house,where I rightfully belong. ~Gray pov This lunatic really doesn’t know when to stop, I s

"There's this dress you need to—" She stops talking abruptly when the door swings open and Grayson enters the room. He seems to be too busy brooding at first to notice that there are people in the room. Then suddenly he halts, his eyes slowly moving from the beautician to grandmother and finally it lands on me. His eyes sweep over my figure before he looks away. I'm too stunned to even move to cover myself. Not that I can do much anyway. The robe is translucent. I'm almost certain he saw the outline of my nipples and curves.

I guess there’s only one thing I can do here. I look around to affirm that no one sees me, and start climbing up. It was a little difficult with my mate in my arms, but I made it. I push open the window and jump in the room, accidentally knocking over a vanity and making a bunch of noise. I lay Grayson down on her bed, before I hear the door suddenly burst open. A girl stood there, clutching a knife in her hands. She seems terrified. I notice she has similar features to Gray. This girl must be her sister. Before she has the chance to say anything, I turn back and jump out the window. Making my way out of the territory, I smile to myself knowing that my mate is now safe...