Nolan Grayson Novels & Stories

I follow them out and sit at the table, silence engulfs us as no one talks, and I wonder if it is because of last night or the fact they just watched me dance. I look at Grayson, now fully taking him in. He has blue eyes like Emmet. His hair is long and dark, and he works out, maybe a bodybuilder or powerlifter? Either way his arms are big, with tattoos running down them. He reminds me a little of someone, I bite against my lip and consider it. Roman Reigns, that is who he reminds me of.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Passing years had made his beauty even sharper and more beautiful. “Have you seen enough?” Nolan sat down next to me, causing the sofa to sink a bit, then he threw a white towel into my lap, "Dry it for me." What the hell? I frowned with suspicion. But seeing that Nolan had closed his eyes and was waiting for me to help him dry his hair, I could only smile slightly and pick up the towel. When I touched the soft cotton hair, I noticed that his hair also had gray hair. That's right, working day and night to develop a giant corporation like JW Kingston would also make him work a lot.

Louisa's lips parted in surprise "Wow... don't you know about them? Nicholas is currently behind bars and as for old Grayson... he is currently six feet below the earth!" Amelia stood up and started leading the way out.. Liam Grayson was at it again.. "Hmm... interesting! I'm so glad we finally got rid of them".. . . Liam swirled on his chair as he listened to Aidan over the phone.. His assistant pushed open the door a little "Mr Grayson" Liam signalled him to come in after which he removed the phone from his ear.. "Make it quick.. I'm having an important discussion here" Liam ordered..

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Gray says, smiling. “I am fine. Marie has went to Leo's place, as you suggested” Dr. Gray smiles, “I know. How are you holding up? Hope you don't miss her too much?” Nolan doesn't turn. His gaze is affixed outside on the horizon where the sun has just disappeared. "I don't know," he mutters, his voice thick with concern. "I can't shake this feeling. What if something happens to her? what if Nolan's know this was all planned"

I cast a look down the hall towards my wildcat's room, "I am beginning to get the impression that it may be someone else." "You think the girl is important." "Yes. But in what capacity, I have yet to figure it out. I'm certain it will come to me eventually. The most important thing right now, is that we have her, which means they will be desperate to get her back. Are you aware, Lilya, that Grayson's father was a hunter? He is no longer service, and the circumstances surrounding both his dismissal and his divorce are hushed up. Then his son is trained with the sole purpose of taking over his father's last mission. The Braille's. Will you like to guess who trained Grayson? Stravos." I supplie

Darien explained. I snorted, rolling my eyes. I know it’s true but to call Logan ugly is a stretch. That man is gorgeous. “I’m not scared by some made-up story a group of pussy campers gave to the Troopers. There are no red wolves in this part of the country, just gray wolves. And please, wolves don’t transform into people or vice versa. This is reality, not some horror movie. They were just probably trying to cover up that they were hunting illegally,” I said, getting up with my tray.

Lana asked curiously, blinking her big eyes. Gloria could not help but laugh. "No, sweetheart, it's work." "Oh," Lana muttered. "I thought they went on a date." Lana's disappointed tone amused everyone, and they burst into laughter. However, Nolan wore a gloomy expression, lowering his head listlessly. Sensing his grandson's unusual behavior, Daniel asked softly, "Nolan, what's wrong?" "I'm fine, Grandpa." Nolan shook his head lightly and stood up. "I'll head back to my room first."

Does he think that I owe him something? I don’t. I’m grateful, but that’s as far as it goes. His nails dig into my cheek. His thumb swipes across my lip. So much anger. His life is going just fine. He’s back at the top of his game. Amanda gave me the highlights from the last few games. Greyson has been on fire, leaving everything on the ice. He’s been interviewed for the local paper a few times. There’s been a feature in the New York Times, along with a smiling photo of him and his father, who attended one of them.