Nightstar Mar I Grayson Novels & Stories

"I thought I asked you and your pack to leave." Grayson smiled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "No, I asked Carl, my Beta to return to the Moonlight Pack," he said, taking a seat across from me. "I stayed behind to see if we could find a solution to our problem." I frowned, my gaze narrowing. "Since you have refused to marry Sophia," Grayson said, his voice cold and calculating, "I have decided that the only way to settle this matter is through war. The Greyhound Pack against the Moonlight Pack."

By morning, I was fully healed—thanks to my Alpha abilities—so I retrieved the CCTV footage and gave it to the Dean, ordering him to ensure Lucien Hale was expelled from the college. Knowing Lira quite well, I was sure she won't be able to stay still and watch her dear brother get expelled. I know she would do everything to save him. And that's where I would come in. I would offer that she fall to her knees, return back to being my mate while I still keep Chloe as my whore. Smart, right? Yeah... I'm River Grayson, the heir to the Moonfang throne and I always get everything thing I want. Every damn thing.

At a family banquet, I slept with Grayson Moretti, the Don of the most powerful mafia family on the East Coast. The next morning, he put out a citywide bounty hunting the woman who'd disappeared from his bed. I forced myself to look calm and clapped him on the shoulder. "What if she's carrying your kid?" I watched his closed eyes. Grayson lifted his lids. His irises were the deepest ice blue, the fireplace flames dancing in them. "Bastard or not, she's done." He tipped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with whiskey. "I want this woman erased from New York."

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.

The Haunted Group As the first ray of dawn broke, Jack was already up, so he left the room. Sage woke up, she had a hangover, using her hands to touch her head, she looked around her, she tried to remember how she got in the tent, and that was when she had a sharp flashback of all that happened last night, she bent her head in denial, all she thought about doing was sneaking out of the tent and to avoid bumping into Jack cause she felt so embarrassed.

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

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

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...

“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.