Mark Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

In the short term, Joshua's perception of that vixen certainly wouldn't improve. Mark scratched his head. "Well…" Seeing his troubled expression, Natalie's expression also changed. "Don't you have an antidote?" Mark shook his head reluctantly, stuttering as he spoke. "I didn't expect you to have to save Mr. Grayson Senior again, so I didn't even consider it… "Besides, this medicine is potent. There's no way anyone could develop an antidote…" "How useless!" Natalie's gaze turned fierce. The next moment, she delivered a fierce kick to Mark's knee with her foot clad in two-inch-high heels.

“She was in a affair with the Beta and now pregnant with his child.“ Gasps, murmurs, and whispers erupted but it quickly died down with a single flick of Knox's hand. Embarrassment crept up my cheeks. I lowered my head to the ground, my fingers clenching my dress. I had cried to the extent that it feels like my tears already dried up. Then he raised the DNA results and showed it to the crowd. “This is a proof.“ At that moment, my parents stepped inside the hall. I heaved a sigh of relief. Father was the former Gamma of the pack. He would definitely defend me. They didn't look in my direction. Instead they made their way towards Knox, and bowed. “I'm sorry about this, Alpha Knox. It saddens m

He knew about it because he was bonded with his destined omega whom he loves so much. "forget about what Gino told you about the whole destined partner thing. No matter what happens I will never want to mark you willingly cause I have a girlfriend who is waiting for me. I already told you about her and my plans on proposing to her so don't even think about doing some kind of tricks on me. What we have is only a physical attraction due to our second genders."

"Grayson, are you sure about this? I’m happy you’re finally settling down, but Evelyn…I still don't think she’s the one for you. The pack is already divided about her." Grayson’s voice softened, but his words carried weight. "Diana, Evelyn is my mate. Why can't you understand that?” “She is your mate but couldn't sense that you were in danger,” Diana protested. “That's because I haven't marked her,” Grayson defended. “And why is that, Grayson? Why haven't you marked her?” Diana asked. “My mate, my business, Diana. Enough of these tantrums you are showing over this issue. I'm getting married to Evelyn and that is final,” Grayson declared.

"Devon was in the passenger seat and took most of the injury. He injured his back, his neck, and he got a concussion. He almost died. And Dedrick ended up having illegal drugs with him and he was arrested." "W-wow," I said, feeling totally shocked. "T-that's really..." I didn't know what to say, honestly. "That's why they hate me," Grayson continued. "And that's why Dedrick wants to find my weakness. They want to get revenge on me, but so far they haven't found anything to can use against me. At least, I hope they don't yet." I was thinking about what Grayson said. He trusted me enough to tell me what happened. Which was what gave me the decision to tell Grayson about my past.

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.

“Sir, the Mark angle is working. Look!” The central screen shifted. Headlines updated in real time: “New Allegations Emerge: Mark Grayson’s History of Abuse Surfaces.” “Leaked Recordings Show Grayson hitting his wife until she passed out.” Good. Good. Push harder. “Don’t stop until Mark’s name is rotting in the gutter,” I growled. The kid nodded like his life depended on it. I shut my eyes, locking my hands behind my back, forcing myself still. The storm was shifting, the tide rolling in my favor.

"You monster! I always knew you hated her! I told Thomas you were dangerous, but he wouldn't listen!" "Oh, Sara," Linda whispered, pulling her close. "My poor, poor girl." Damian rose slowly from his knees, turning to face me. His eyes had changed—no longer just cold, but burning with a hatred that scorched my skin. "Get her out of here," he growled. Two pack warriors grabbed my arms, their fingers digging into my flesh. "Wait!" I struggled against their grip. "It's not true! I never pushed her!" Sara's sobs grew louder. Dr. Marshall moved to inject something into her IV.

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

I knew because I lived it every day. "I'm serious. The way he treats you is disgusting.” He lowered his voice. "We have options and ways to get you out. You just have to trust me." "What kind of options?" I asked warily. He glanced around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then he pressed something small into my palm. I looked down. It was a vial made of dark glass, with a cork stopper. "What is this?" I whispered. "Insurance," Marco said quietly. "It's a slow-acting poison. Mix it into his food or drink, and within a few hours, he'll develop symptoms that look like a simple illness. Nothing that would immediately raise suspicion."