Nolan Grayson Novels & Stories

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

Natalie Grayson I was snuggled up in the library after asking one of the servants to clean it after the Gwen incident. Nolan was doing his Alpha duties before we left for the honeymoon thing, and I was casually catching up on my Harry Potter books before I heard the slight knock on the library door. “Come in," I told whoever was at the door, and it slowly opened, revealing Nolan who was dressed in an impeccably smart looking outfit. He wore a dark blue button up shirt and black dress pants with, of course, matching black shoes. I was blessed with such a good looking mate. I smiled brightly and placed my book down before I ran up to him, wrapped my arms around him and inhaled his scent.

Only a pawn chained to Nolan Greyson’s will. Maybe I wasn’t even alive anymore. I was still in the Hastlings estate, yet it felt like I no longer had a home. . . On the second night, the silence broke. The lock clicked. I stumbled to my feet, unsteady but ready, my hands curled into fists though I had no strength left. Nolan filled the doorway. Tall. Broad. The black of his shirt melted into the shadows, his silver eyes catching the moonlight like a predator’s. He looked at me, not like a man, but like a hunter who’d cornered his prey.

explained Finneas. Grayson frowned. He was a man. He didn't need Belle to protect him. He wanted to protect her. However, Belle had already protected him once. Without her, he could have died from Lena's poison. "My intentions are actually very similar to Noah's. We just want the both of you to rely on each other and watch each other's backs," said Finneas. Grayson felt a little moody, and he felt like smoking a cigarette. However, he suppressed his craving because of Finneas' health.

HIS PRIVATE STRIPPER {He owns Her} Chapter Fourty four. . . • • Mrs Nolan's car packed inside the Greyson's Mansion. She got down, acknowledged so greetings before walking in. "Philla!!" Mrs Greyson called just as Mrs Nolan stepped in. They both hugged. "It's been a while!... " Mrs Greyson said. "I know right..." "So, what can I offer you?" Mrs Greyson asked. "There would be no need for that.. I'm here for something very important" Mrs Nolan said.

¬Abella I can still hardly believe I’m standing in Alpha Grayson’s home. It’s much nicer than I expected a Freedom Pack manor to be. Grayson has decorated it quite nicely, but the whitewashed walls and eclectic furnishings are the least of my concerns. He has brought me here to lay me upon a platter for Noah to come and collect. As much as I’m resentful, I should have known this wouldn’t last long. Clearly Noah has given me a head start. Now he’s caught up.

“You sealed your fate the day you murdered Celine Winchester. You’re lucky you’re not in prison or haven’t turned the key in the ignition only to be blown to hell.” “Grayson…please,” he said, sounding completely dejected and at the end of his rope. “I’ve lost my senate seat,” his voice broke with emotion as if her were announcing the death of a beloved child. “The IRS is breathing down my neck. Everyone’s abandoning me…Lorna has filed for divorce, Liam and Cathy aren’t taking my calls. Gray, your old man really needs you right now.” He chuckled sadly. “I’ve got nowhere else to go, son. Please.”

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

Nolan gulped. I looked at a soldado, Fitz. "He's got nothing but an ID and ice cream shop coupons," Fitz confirmed, handing me Nolan's wallet. I grimaced at him. "What are you? Five?" Nolan eyed me. "You know, you seem familiar. Are you that Mafia guy from the news or something?" Someone punched Nolan in the gut; he let out a grunt and bent low. I checked through the ID, Nolan Mercer; he was from Kansas City, Missouri, and worked in the construction industry.