Nolan Grayson X Reader Novels & Stories

“Swahli: Cast out dark presence from his body.” Nelson’s eyes shifted from violet to gold before he set off a discharge of purple spiritual energy, knocking Onika any Officer Kyle across the room. As she came to Onika found Nelson laying on the ground, struggling to regain consciousness. Nelson, Nelson” Onika ran to him before filling on her Knees. Speak to me. Say something.” But instead of a reply from her betrothed, Onika received a piercing strike through her chest from a green spiritual blade from behind.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

Surely the media would have a fucking field day if the most eligible and hottest bachelor in the city took a sex club worker to dinner. She barely had time to plop into the chair when there came a knock at her door. She hoped she looked natural, panting and pretending to scroll on her smart watch when she yelled to come in. But Grayson appeared empty-handed, no flowers, though just his mere presence in her room during daylight hours was a gift in itself. His tie was loosely hanging around his neck and his shirt unbuttoned. She no longer had to imagine what his chest looked and felt like though. Or the rest of his amazing body for that matter. She knew she was grinning like a fucking idiot b

My body did it without my permission, and you can’t read a person’s intention if they don’t have any. Grayson’s face didn’t have that irritating smile on it for once. For a pro like him to get disarmed by a noob must have been infuriating. He was probably planning six different ways to kill me, but I was all in, and it was too late to worry about little things like dying. I pointed at the wall of posters. “Read.”

Another, I stood in front of a familiar door, my hand on the doorknob. I turned the knob and stumbled inside. Grayson had been reading on the bed. “You are back early,” he said, without looking up. Then he sniffed and dropped the book right out of his hands. His gaze snapped to me, and he stood from the bed, the book forgotten on the floor. “Lillian, what’s happened to you?” he asked, looking me over. I shuffled toward him and collapsed into his arms. His body was so warm, I practically purred in his embrace. I rubbed my face into his chest, taking in his scent, leather and pine. Masculine and strong.

“I’m sorry about what happened to Tessa. It was extremely tragic. How is she?” Roman’s expression softened just a fraction. “She’s fine. Getting better every day.” Liam nodded. “Good. That’s… good.” Roman glanced toward his car. “I have to go Liam. I’ll call you.” He turned again. And then Grayson appeared—casual, coffee cup in hand, strolling up the path like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment. Roman stopped. “You missed the reading, Grayson.” Grayson shrugged, taking a slow sip. “I know. But I had to meet up with a….friend.”

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.

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.

"I’ve seen... you know.. Through his pants once, let’s just say, it’s impressive." Connor and Ryker groan in unison. I try to ignore the conversation, but my mind can’t help wandering to thoughts of him. Between the sheets... My stomach flutters, and I hate myself for it. But I can’t help myself when I grab my phone and send him a picture of the open Maths book. -Norali: Homework kink? There is an answer immediately, making me smirk. -Mr. Grumpy: Put that on the top of the list straight away. Nothing beats the homework kink.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CARE. Raelynn. Grayson’s watching me. He already saw the crack, now he’s just waiting for the whole damn thing to split open. I can feel it. The pressure behind his stare. The unspoken threat in the way he’s frozen, laser-focused, like a predator circling. But I’m not that stupid. I shove away from him, voice flat. “We’re done, right?”