Novel & Cerita Nut Job Grayson

Louis paused before answering, “The doctor said it’s acute gastritis. Too much alcohol. He’ll recover after some rest.” Natalie’s fingers tightened a little on Grayson’s wrist. “This is exactly why you need to take care of yourself,” she said, her voice softer now, laced with emotion. “I don’t want to see you like this again.” Grayson closed his eyes for a second before meeting her gaze. “I’ll handle it,” he said firmly. She didn’t argue. She just gave his hand a small squeeze and released it. “Good,” she whispered. “Because you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Inside the hideout, a guy is busy with the computer, one is busy creating scientific instruments and weapons and others are busy discussing. "How is everything going, Jason?" One of the guys asked the guy working on the computer. "I'm searching every area in Texas but everything seems pretty clear to me," Jason answered. Jason Grayson is twenty years old with blond short hair and grey eyes. He attends MSA but after school, he comes to the secret hideout to help out. He is a computer guru and can hack through anything. He had a twin brother Norman Grayson who looks exactly like him in height and everything, the only difference between the two is the sound of their voice. Norman Grayson sees g

(Stay away from my son) Grayson was trying to get rid of his house hunger by having almost a gallon of fruit loops and milk, he was tired and now unemployed. It felt strange having breakfast all by himself by this time of the day, when he heard someone stomping towards him from behind and turned around to Kathleen, she wasn't happy, he smiled. ‘Morning babe'. ‘You told me everything's okay?!!'. She cried out. He shrugged, ‘Everything is okay. You're back from work early'.

"I was so hungry and desperate and alone. I just wanted free food. I never imagined—" "That you'd end up with all of this," Helena finished. "A family who loves you, a purpose that matters, a beautiful daughter, and a husband who looks at you like you hung the moon." "I do look at her like that," Grayson admitted without shame. "She kind of did, for me. Before Luna, my world was dark and cold and empty. She brought light." "Okay, you two are going to make me cry," Grace said, wiping her eyes. "And I have to present to potential investors tomorrow. I can't show up with puffy eyes."

Without his buddy around to keep his ass on track, Grayson seemed to be eating less, and sleeping less as well. True, he was only twenty-four and many people his age survived like this for years, on nothing but coffee fumes and little sleep, but apparently there were some extenuating circumstances when it came to him. What was wrong with the billionaire? Besides him just being an asshole anyway? There was an abundance of assholes in this city and most cities, but Amber got the impression there was more to this story, that The Godwin wasn’t only just a typical, rich douche. What was he medicated for? And why was Leo like his health coach or some shit?

This place unfamiliar to me, and I've never seen this once from the time Grayson and I has something special, but suddenly ruined it. From afar, I secretly watching him until someone's approaching the door and Grayson went out. He is wearing his pajamas like he just got up when Nick knocked on his door, and luckily there's a coconut trees around which is enough to cover my car and won't let them see me.

Grayson’s lips curved, not quite a smile, but it made Lennon weak in the knees. “Are you?” he murmured. “You look...” His gaze dragged down Lennon's body, again slow and unnerving, “uncomfortable.” Lennon's knees nearly buckled. “I'm good,” he lied again. “Great, perfect, I should...” He gestured vaguely toward the door. Grayson didn't move, didn't even step back, just watched him with that unnerving patience. Lennon's eyes betrayed him then, flicking down before he could stop himself.

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.