Nightstar Mar I Grayson Novels & Stories

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."

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Lola's POV " I, Grayson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Lola Ashton, as my mate and Luna of this pack", I heard Grayson's voice reach my ear and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

Tessa asked tiredly. “Spend the night with me. Right here. Like old times.” Grayson swept a strand of hair behind her ears. “Just one night.” Tessa froze. “You’re insane.” “Or desperate,” he replied calmly. “Just like you.” She stared at him, breathing hard, the weight of the ultimatum pressing down like a vice. Grayson brushed a knuckle down her cheek. “One night. Then the video disappears forever. Poof! Roman never has to know what a naughty girl his pregnant wife is.”

In the next chapter, I will begin chapters of the first book in the series, "My Abused Mate." Here is the tree chart of the Gray family: A. Cole Gray + Nikki Walker = Ashton, Adam, Jena B. Ashton Gray + Cloe Románd = Daisy, Seth, Sloan C. Adam Grey + Asha Sharma = Anna, Adiktiya and Priya D. Jena Gray and Oscar Campbell = Knox E. Jena Campbell and Lucian Dawson = Aria, Riles, and adopted Demain F. Knox Campbell + Sophia Marshall = Diana, Roy, Eric.

Beneath the warm blankets and inside the protective curve of his embrace, she unexpectedly fell fast asleep right beside him. The Unopened Files Meanwhile, back at the Grayson Mansion, the heavy silence of the night still lingered. "Have you two running mouths delivered a sufficient volume of garbage talk yet?" The exact microsecond after Xavier Grayson fired off that chilling text line to his inner circle, his handsome face settled into a mask of pure ice. He ruthlessly hurled his smartphone onto the nightstand, clicked off the bedroom lights, and forced his body to lie down to sleep. On the surface, it appeared as though absolutely nothing on earth possessed the power to disrupt his rigid,

Black as midnight. A phantom.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

Adira Wade Pain rippled through me as I watched my chosen mate and future Alpha, Grayson Mars, utter vows of love to another woman, Stacy Stevens. She was the beta's first daughter and my former best friend. Like everyone else, Grayson turned his back on me when my parents were accused of being traitors to the pack.

He searched: *Damien Grayson*, *Roman Grayson*, *Grayson family*. The results were thin, close to nothing. Public records showed Damien as a tenured professor—serious, composed, sleeves always rolled down to hide his tattoos. Roman was a literal ghost: no social media, no public profiles. A few old articles mentioned *Grayson Enterprises* in passing—real estate, private security, vague holdings—but nothing concrete, nothing he could tie directly to Damien’s family. It was like they barely existed. Nothing about the mafia. Nothing about the tattoos or the blood. Just shadows.