Nolan Grayson Novels & Stories

"Good. You're back in New York fully?" Nolan glanced up at me before nodding. "Yeah, I'm back. How long have you been working here?" "A few months," I replied, caught off guard. His gray eyes stared up at me dreamily and for a minute I wasn't sure what to say. "She's Camille. Caldwell's daughter," Gavriel murmured. "Uncle Caldwell?" Nolan gasped. "I haven't seen him since I was like twelve or something. Does he still make those cool drones and stuff?"

Blake - Alarick Selene- Elena Tyler- Dylan Damian- Keiran Emma- Damian's mate Harou- Lord of the Primord Lycan's Candace- Harou's mate Joseph- Colonel Coelhelm's, descendant or great great great grandfather Carrie- as herself (Selene's birth mother) Third Person POV Carrie and Joseph wait until the night falls. Everyone begins to descend to their dormitories and though Candace is still feeling a little weak, she is taken to her room with Harou. She hates that just yesterday, she was able to feel the movements of her baby, and today, she feels an emptiness inside, almost as if she had part of her soul ripped away. She hates the fact that tomorrow she will have to say her last and final goodby

"Thanks for helping me out today. Here go pick up a pizza and a six-pack. Enjoy it—on me." Gio's scrutinizing eyes didn't go unnoticed. The way Noah was acting, they'd all be onto him soon, but Gio was probably already thinking it. He knew him better than anyone else did. "What? You're not coming with?" Abel asked, taking the money. Noah shook his head. "I gotta lot of unpacking to do. Then I still gotta go into the gym tonight." He flexed his arm. "Rain or shine, baby, can't stop training. Pretty soon, I'll be back in the ring."

“Why is she being put to death? That makes no sense. All she did was hit me.” “I suppose I knew my brother’s preferences after all,” Dash rasped from behind me. His presence made my body flinch and my skin crawl. “But he doesn’t put no one to death for a hit in the face unless…” Only silence surrounded us for a moment. “There is no way.” the blonde interrupted. “What do you mean?” I asked eagerly. “Is Dane going to execute her?” I inquired. “Is she still alive?” “Until tonight,” Dash declared. “Where is he? Maybe I could talk to him and explain that it was just a misunderstanding,” I said.

She truly did already pack for me, my two suitcases and one duffle bag surmount the totality of my belongings worth packing. Nolan clears his throat as he exits the bathroom, wearing a deep blue wool flannel, dark washed bootcut jeans and deep brown hiking boots. “Your grandmother reminds me of my mother. Somehow these are the perfect size in everything…” And they truly were. The flannel hugged his muscles perfectly, the sleeves rolled up slightly to expose his deliciously large and tattooed forearms, his jeans fit snug in all the right places, but loose enough to move freely. He turns and I see his backside is perfectly rounded in those jeans… my wolf Carina growls in hunger, finally making

Leonard spoke harshly. "Are you going to support your son?" Gael asked. He was finding it hard to breathe and his heartbeat was off the beat. He was almost suffering from a heart attack. "I will never support that stupid and spoilt brat. If Ashton doesn't come back then I can as well find another pack or I can just become a lone wolf." Leonard said with absolute sincerity. He will never betray Ashton in this lifetime or the next or the next because he knew that he was not just your everyday alpha like Kelly.

I nodded and left, rubbing the ring along the way. Grayson and I entered my car and the driver hit the road immediately. “He isn't just a regular soldier of ours, he is a spotter.” Grayson said, handing me a tablet with the survivor’s info. I creased my brows at him. He seemed to have been working for our family for quite some time -fifteen years. “Mathew Nelson.” I read out his name and handed Grayson the tablet. “Let's hear what he has to say.” I rested my back, resuming the rubbing of my father's ring.

Not since Mom married Richard Carter, not since Nolan Carter’s shadow loomed over my life like a dark cloud. Nolan Carter. The very name sends a jolt of anger racing through my veins. He’s the type of guy who makes heads turn—tall, athletic, with dark hair that looks perpetually windswept and eyes the color of storm clouds. He’s the golden boy of this campus, the one every girl dreams about and every guy idolizes. Yet, beneath that charming exterior lies a cruel arrogance I’ve had the misfortune of knowing all too well.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

She muttered. He nodded, ‘It's a—' They were both interrupted by the sudden barge of Charisse, she spotted Kathleen and disliked her almost instantly, ‘Who is this??'. Grayson rubbed his temple in frustration and sighed, ‘She's my assistant. Kathleen Turner', then he gazed at Kathleen, ‘Kathleen meet Charisse Watson...my girl....my girlfriend'.