Novel & Cerita Nightstar Mar I Grayson

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.

That would have to be good enough if she was to get any rest at all. Zane was currently downstairs in the bar with some of the other Guardians, all of the Hunters having taken to beds to try to get some rest except for Shayna, who was with them, chatting up some of the new guys that were about the same age as her. She was twenty-three, Jo thought, just two years younger than Jo, but she seemed a lot younger. Perhaps losing her father had messed with her maturity. Her mother, Meagan, was asleep in the other bed in Jo’s room. When Shayna came back, assuming she did, she’d be sleeping with her mom. How they’d worked out the arrangement for the rest of the hunters, Jo didn’t know, or care. Meaga

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"So even if you see no one. There's still a star next to you. Shining." Skylar felt emotional at his words. But his last words cause a doubt to stir in her heart. "What is that star?" "Me of course." He patted on her hair which he always thought was very cute. "The name is Grayson. Grayson black." While Skykar was still recovering from the shock of been treated like a fat, fluffy, cat. he shoved the takeout into her arms. "Eat well and try not to kill yourself anymore, little girl. Okay?"

She followed the sounds of the fire and clinking glass. She peeped into the den before she entered it. At nearly midnight, Grayson was still dressed in his white linen slacks and blue button-down shirt. A generous glass of scotch on the rocks was on the coffee table in front of him next to a thick brown folder. His eyes kept going to the folder though he made no move to open it. He hadn’t really slept the night before as he’d kept watch over them while they slept. And he didn’t look about to be getting much sleep tonight either. He looked weary, like someone who’d lived a lifetime already rather than just twenty- four short years.

PERFECTLY IMPERFECT Grayson returns long after noon, silently ignoring me, starting a fire and placing his caught prey of bass attached to a stick over it, leaving the poor creatures to cook. Marie moves about, inching closer and closer to a sleeping wolf, curosity in play than fear. I want to sit up but don't know how I'd manage to move from my position.

Warren’s. When I entered, a few of the others were already there. Grayson sat near the far end, his arm still bandaged but his eyes bright with purpose. Beside him was Mara, the healer, her sleeves rolled up and her hands still marked with the stains of herbs. Two more from the outer posts had arrived just before dawn, their faces windburned but hopeful. “Morning,” I said. Grayson looked up and smiled faintly. “Morning. You are early.” “I could not sleep.”

Grayson nodded. "I sent her to your room to be there for Stephanie. Remember your wall." Grayson answered. I nodded. I needed to keep her out to keep her safe. ~~Stephanie I woke up to my entire body in pain. Screw hangovers. No more shots. No more drinking. But I did find Marissa passed out in my bed. "MarMar? Where are the boys?" I groaned smacking her awake. She shot up and groaned. "They had to meet others in the clearing last night. Grayson sent me over. Him and Dom were mindlinked last night. Not sure about what though or why. Grayson won't answer me." She stated not looking me in the eye.

Erin went in and packed out that late night. RN GROUP. A twenty eight year old man sat behind a C shaped glass desk with an indication 'Jayden Reynolds' on a thick, rectangular carved glass. He looked worn out. His tie hung around his neck and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow part. His shirt remained unbuttoned from chest upward, revealing the white singlet he wore under. The atmosphere was damn cool and the city's beautiful night view could be well seen through the glass wall behind him. His desk was messed up with files and stationeries littered the desk. He emptied the fourth cup of coffee on the slab and dropped it lazily.

With the exception of Carson’s slightly bent nose from when I accidentally broke it when I was a moody fourteen-year-old, their features were near identical. “Oh shit, dude,” Wyatt said as he slapped Carson in the abdomen. “Remember that show we watched last night, the one with football’s worst injuries?” “Yeah?” “That’s number twenty-three—Rick Bennett. The guy who got tackled and you could see his leg snap.” “Oh, shit!” Carson jumped back and looked Richard up and then down. “What the hell are you doing with her?” In one second I went from beaming with pride to ready to shove my older brother into a shallow grave. “I may be small, but I can still slap the shit out of you. Speaking of, wher