Nightstar Mar I Grayson Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

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

I kissed him tenderly again, savouring the feel of his soft lips against mine. He sighed. “I think we need to go back out now before people realise we’re missing.” “Another minute won’t hurt,” I whispered, smiling flirtily. He chuckled and bent down to kiss me again. That night we were all cramped into my lounge. Sean had brought Avatar round and none of us had seen it before so all seven of us were now sitting around, eating McDonalds. We were going to put the movie on after. I was leant against Liam’s legs; Jake didn’t seem to bat an eyelid, which we both took as a good sign.

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.

The edges of her vision began to fray, dissolving into a thick, unstoppable black mist as the sheer exhaustion of the night finally caught up to her. As her head rolled back against the leather headrest and darkness completely swallowed her consciousness, the last thing she heard was the frantic, deeply worried vibration of his voice echoing through the quiet cabin. "Just hold on, Seven... please, just hold on!"

Her eyes widened so much I could almost see the shock settle into her face. Ronan stood a few feet away from me near the staircase, his shoulders stiff, his face unreadable. A faint bruise had already started forming along the side of his jaw, and there was dried blood near the corner of his mouth. Mr. Grayson looked furious. Not the loud furious, it was worse than that, the controlled kind of furious. “Good evening, sir.” Mariah greeted, lowering her head as she curtseyed. Mr. Grayson barely looked at her, he only gave a small nod

“Stop manufacturing heat. Find a fire.” Behind him, somewhere, Sierra whooped, delighted and nosy. Namgyu laughed without sound. Grayson held my stare for one impossible second longer, as if deciding whether mercy tonight would be cheaper than patience. Then he shifted enough to break the spell. “Ten p.m. was ambitious,” he murmured. “Try staying past midnight.” He moved away the way storms move: by changing the meaning of the room. People breathed again. The song seemed louder. The lights admitted they’d always been bright.

he muttered. Staring up at him, a novel experience that left her heart racing and palms damp, Ruth couldn't help but shiver, and not just because he scared the panties off her with his grim countenance. Up close, despite his male scent that screamed jungle sweat, he set her nerve endings on fire. Heat curled in her lower tummy. She fought an urge to flatten her hands on his chest, not to push away but to draw him nearer. She really needed that sip of liquor to wear off before she did something stupid, like suck on his stubborn lower lip. "Who are you exactly? Liam didn't say anything about someone else coming." "I'm Kendrick Grayson and this is my second in command, Joel Marsh. And now that