Nut Job Grayson Novels & Stories

He smiled and leaned forward , placing a soft kiss on my lips . ________________ " Alright Luna ,that's perfect .I'll go get the punching bag ready " Gray said to me . I took off my glasses, dropped the gun on the table close to me ,and stared at the circular wooden figure I had just shot at . I wasn't even perfect with the gun yet ,but at least , I'm not that bad . Gray came back , holding two cans of energy drinks with him . " Here " He said handing one over to me after opening it up .

“I… I don’t think you understand me, Evelyn. Mr. Grayson asked me to bring his food into his room.” Evelyn narrowed her eyes in doubt. “When?” “When I went to see him in his study. He told me he was going into his room and that he’d like me to bring his food up,” Natasha lied with a straight face, silently hoping Evelyn wouldn’t call her bluff. But why was this even important? Why did she care if Malcolm Grayson ate or not? Maybe it was because she was her boss and she’d hate to see him die of starvation because if he did, who would pay her? Yeah, sure, that was the reason. Cue the eye roll.

His eyes raked over me, then he growled into Nate’s ear, “She’s not leaving. Let’s finish this.” I sat down, my jaw was tight, and I refused to look away. “My ex had a hospital perform an abortion on me without my consent. I want to destroy him.” Grayson finally slowed, he pulled out of Nate's ass, and reached for his shirt. “Now that’s interesting,” he said, buttoning up with a devilish grin. “Let’s talk.” I expected Grayson to finally act like a lawyer and talk about my case. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, yanked Nate by the hair, and shoved his hard c0ck into the guy’s mouth like I wasn’t even there.

“Do I look okay?” “You look like someone who’s trying not to cry in public.” She exhaled through her nose. “Thanks for the observation.” Tessa glanced at his empty spot on the table. “I didn’t notice you weren’t on the plane with us coming back.” She said, “When did you leave?” Grayson smiled. “I left a few hours earlier. I flew my own jet from Chicago.” “Private jet?” She asked. He leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes I forget you’re still getting used to the perks. You’re so used to Blackwood money. Well, I hate to break it to you baby…Blackwood money’s got Thorne roots, remember? I was rich first.”

I said. "I don't have a wolf." I looked at her hands. She looked at her hands. Grayson was fifteen feet away with both twins, producing snacks from some bag he'd apparently brought as a matter of policy — juice boxes and granola bars and what appeared to be emergency fruit snacks. Hunter was eating with the focused efficiency of a child who has had an adventure and is now recharging. Luna was explaining something to Grayson in detail, using her hands. I told Riley about her mother.

Amberleigh and Leo took a while to try and process, understand, sort through their emotions on the kitchen floor. Grayson had given up. He was depressed. He was feeling miserable from the withdrawals, both of which put him in a bad state of mind. He’d already told Amber he was exhausted not only with this diagnosis looming over him, the symptoms which were already beginning, but also from the pressure of living up to the expectations placed upon his shoulders. And Grayson was only twenty-four-years old.

Natasha wasn’t as innocent as she liked to pretend. “Oh no, how’s Grayson holding up?” she asked, feigning concern, but I could see through her act. Grayson was a wreck, barely holding it together after losing his twin. I hated leaving him in that state, but he understood. He knew I had to find Caroline. She was like family to him, and only I knew just how close they were, closer than anyone could ever understand. “Not good,” I muttered, raking my fingers through my hair.

~ Home Renovations~ Grayson was out on a date with Yara. Initially, he didn't want to go with her but she would not hear of that. She claimed that he loved dark themed stuffs and would buy furniture and fixtures that would have their house looking like a morgue. As ridiculous as that did sound, Grayson wanted to follow her lead this time around. She loved light and loved everywhere being bright. She was actually such a nice girl with almost zero troubles. But all his life has been him coming out from pne trouble only to enter another.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.