Novel & Cerita Nightstar Mar I Grayson

Grayson took a slow, heavy drag from his cigarette, his golden wolf eyes staring blankly at the wall. When he looked at Vivian's face under the faint moonlight, he kept searching for the soft, gentle expression he used to remember, but all he saw was a calculated mask. He snapped his head away, crushing the cigarette butt into the glass dish on the nightstand. "Do not go looking for trouble with Rowan at the Pack Dominion Hall," Grayson said, his voice dropping into a cold, dangerous register.

Ash was by the countertop, eating a meal since he needed to drink his medicine to stop the infection on his leg from further spreading before his operation next week. And Gray, sweet, sweet, Gray, was passed out on the floor, a blanket wrapped around him like he was a burrito. Before he fell asleep, he was running around the place, flying a paper airplane. Maria and Maverick fell in love. They woke up the kids and told us to get ready. That was the only thing they said. Olive and Scarlett were still doing requirements, Hazel was in her university, Clementine was passed out since it still wasn’t noon, and Red wasn’t in the mood to leave and walk around. This was the only time he would be with

We all looked around the stones for the thief but there was none. "Where are all the others? I need to inform Michael and Mabel that they are going to be Alpha and Luna of the Black Mountain pack," Grayson said solemnly. We all shrugged and Sköll suggested that we head upstairs to the living room and ask a hob. Following the pair, the injuries on my chest started burning and I pressed my hand against the Targon I was wearing, curious as to why the pain was so intense. Grayson growled sternly and lifted me as he took me upstairs. Calling out for a brownie, he laid me down on a sofa in the living room.

Emma nodded and slipped into her apron, grateful for the distraction. As the morning rush trickled in, she focused on her tasks: wiping tables, serving drinks, smiling at regulars. For a few hours, she wasn’t the girl locked in a mansion, or the one haunted by Grayson’s dark stares—she was just Emma, the quiet barista. --- Country M – Grayson’s Hotel Suite Grayson stood by the tall window of his hotel room, overlooking the bustling city below. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, brows slightly furrowed as he scrolled through a document on his tablet.

Mariam asked, her voice tight. Tariq shook his head. “I couldn’t even find her footprints. No surveillance caught her. She just....disappeared.” Mariam closed her eyes, fighting the sting behind them. “I hope she’s safe,” she whispered. Silence settled between them, heavy and uncertain. Outside, night fell like a curtain. ******* GRAYSON Grayson stood at the far end of his balcony, a drink in hand, staring out at the skyline that once brought him peace. Lately, even the stars seemed dimmer.

Grayson waits with Kian in front of the nightclub until a driver comes to pick him up. He had a few drinks earlier, so he can't risk taking his car back home. Grayson watches him leave with a triumphant smile. He didn't expect to end his night that way, and he knows he's not ready to forget it.

Stood with her hand barely touching the edge of Nora's blanket, just present, just being the thing she was, and Nora slept in the specific peace of someone who has arrived somewhere that was waiting for her. Mara arrived at noon with food. Of course she did. Grayson arrived at one, held Nora with the competence of someone who had done this before, and looked at her for a long time before saying: "She has the Harper-Wren eyes." Which was the highest form of acknowledgment he was capable of giving. The chain was adding a link. Going forward. Always going forward. Luna had been awake since five.

"Well, I'll give up on you two" Late at night startled Gray Danvers awake. Her whole body ached like she had been run over by a car, looking down, her clothes were already on and she was lying on a large soft bed. Looking around the room, it had simple decor, there was a large picture of a beautiful blonde girl, who was none other than Marris. “Perhaps this is her room.” Gray mumbled, trying to get up, and as soon as he hit the ground, he felt like he was stabbed by a thousand needles all at once. Fortunately, I grabbed the chair so I didn't fall, almost...

I shut my eyes, unable to watch that sickening scene any longer. I had no idea how much time passed before their twisted spectacle finally ended. Grayson straightened his clothes, satisfied, then kicked me hard in the ribs. "Now," he said, "ready to speak?" I spat out the blood pooling in my mouth, staring at Grayson—then at Maris, her hair tangled, her clothes in disarray. "Grayson, Maris, you'll pay for this." Maris snapped the moment my words hit her. She stormed over and snatched a phone from one of the rich brats nearby.

“Let us go in first. You’re not trained for this, and they know it. They’re counting on you being reckless.” “She’s my wife,” Grayson snapped. “I’m not waiting for a plan that might come too late.” He stepped into the cool air. The marina’s lights glinted off the water, casting eerie reflections on the cracked pavement. The building’s rusted door groaned as he pushed it open. Inside, the air reeked of salt and decay. A single bulb flickered in the stairwell, casting jagged shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. His heart pounded, but his steps were silent, every sense sharpened. Luna was here. He’d find her—no matter the cost.