Nut Job Grayson Novels & Stories

Grey was munching down his food as he listens to what Nick had to say about the tasks left at the club. “Well, since I don’t have time left, I’ll go now and head to my second class. Bye.” Nick said as he went to the main building. “Okay, see you later at the club then, or maybe at lunch,” Grey said. Grey was left all alone at his table. He has about an hour before his next class and he was slowly enjoying his food. He already ordered about three of the same order after he finished the first one. “This chicken is really delicious!” Grey said quietly as he praised the food that was served to him at the cafeteria.

Jason Carter walked up to me with his arm around Vivian Grayson's waist, smirking. He said with a mocking tone, "Sorry about that, Noah. I just got lucky and won this year. But Viv said you've been getting better and better lately. She even said you could take first place next year. Even though she's said that at least three times already, I believe it'll actually happen in a few years." I nodded. "Congratulations." The amusement in Jason's eyes deepened. He raised his glass. "So, for the time being, Viv's mine. Don't worry, though. I'll put in a good word for you at the family dinner."

"Were you trying to hide him from us?" Like Jake, Greyson had dark brown hair and grey eyes, although his hair had a few streaks of grey and his eyes no longer had that vibrant colour- signs of ageing. His wife, Harriet Norton had strawberry blonde hair with green eyes. She was a beautiful woman and only had a few wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. The Nortons had a vineyard where they produced grapes that they used to manufacture different kinds of tasty wine. Apart from the food production company, they owned a large winery, the biggest in the country.

Kashvi asked playing with her fingers. " My liver and Kidneys are poisoned due to the side effects of those drugs. But don't worry it will be cured by medicines " Grayson said pulling his hand out to touch Kashvi's hand which Kashvi moved away from his reach making Grayson felt hurt but he composed himself. The real reason for Grayson's presence in the hospital is when he was locked inside the basement. He had starved himself and didn't look after himself only to gain some amount of sympathy from his mother who didn't show any. Ultimately, Grayson's poorly damaged body gave up as he was not taking his medicines for one week since he was in the basement and when Mrs Wright walked to see him b

Alyssa Gray joined us for breakfast. Just seeing him sitting across from me sends last night's dream looping in my mind again. I don't have much of an appetite, but the guys insisted I eat something. I sip on a strawberry-banana smoothie, watching as Zuri feeds herself oatmeal. "These withdrawals are a bitch," Gray mutters, looking worn out. "Stayed up all night, sweating and throwing up." Niko frowns, his voice tinged with irritation. "Damn, man. She really should've just tapered your dosage, not cut you off cold. Does she know you could've had a seizure? I looked that up this morning."

she laughs. And just like that. I’m her brave Knight of the Obsidian, ready to take on the whole fucking world for her. Abigail Bennett-Winchester I just barely finished changing into a silk and lace teddy before Grayson comes barreling through the door of our bedroom, his face is flushed like he just flew up the flight of stairs. He’s wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved fitted shirt that clings achingly tight to those chiseled biceps and chest. Good God, I’d like to tear the shirt off with my bare teeth. He must have put on at least fifteen pounds of muscle since he began training and damn, does it look good on his 6’3 frame.

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

Grayson contends, “Never underestimate that when Nick includes one in his coveted circle, he is endlessly devoted to them.” I can’t breathe. He’s just called Nick… Nick. That’s a first. And a reckoning. “You would do anything for him, wouldn’t you? Like he’s more of a…son…to you, than an employer.” He nods. Then he asserts, “And he would do anything for me.” Grayson draws in a deep breath. Lets it out, slowly. “My daughter was in a bad marriage, Bailey. He rescued her from it and bought a home for her in L.A., far away from her troubles. He helped her find a job so that she could build a whole new life for herself. And he kept it all confidential. Even went to great lengths to assist me in c

Savannah found Grayson behind the workshop that afternoon, exactly where she expected. Half inside the engine compartment of an old truck. Grease covered his hands. His shirt. His face. The truck itself looked like it had lost a fight with a mountain. "You missed lunch." His voice echoed from inside the engine. "I wasn't hungry." Savannah rolled her eyes. "That's my line." A wrench clattered somewhere inside. Then Grayson emerged. He looked terrible. Which was normal. Working on engines seemed to require becoming part engine. "You need better hobbies."

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.