Skylar And Grayson Novel Novels & Stories

Grayson flicked away the remainder of his cigarette to the floor still looking at her, and matched it dead under his impeccable leather loafers, before he stepped out of the darkness he had been standing in with a slow movement. The white shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned almost hallway, revealing his muscle-toned chest and well-defined body, as he moved closer to her, the familiar overpowering scent from him, caused her heart to sink in fear even more. It was the same cologne Adelaide used. Skylar quickly turned back toward the railing as her hands gripped it tightly, trying to regain her composure, hoping that he would just leave her alone and allow her to be. But before she could say an

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.

He found Grayson in the dark, hands in his pockets, head bowed like a soldier who just lost the war. “She’s gone,” Caleb said simply. Grayson didn’t move. Caleb hesitated. “She didn’t say where. Just that you made it clear she wasn’t welcome anymore.” Still, no response. “You could still stop the wedding,” Caleb added. Grayson finally looked up, eyes bloodshot. “And make her suffer more? Drag her into this mess again?” He scoffed bitterly. “No. This was the only way I could love her right.” --- Isla – On the Road

I yelled at his face. “Fine!” He slapped his thigh and retreated. “I’m the one who brought it upon us. Isn’t my life cursed already? Now that you’re living it, how does it feel?” Grayham replied and then turned away. I blinked. And before I could realize it, he dropped the book on the floor and was already walking away. ~~~ Grayham’s POV The rumbling woke me up from sleep. I stood up, went to the window, and saw that the skies were, darker than I’d ever seen.

They lost themselves in each other, in the sweat and breath and heartbeat shared between them. And when Aurora shattered around him, crying out his name, Grayson followed her into the dark, his body falling apart with hers, every piece of him sinking into her and never coming back.

Dan looks at me immediately, and I nod. "It is a pleasure to meet three members of the Orson family. My name is Stanley Gray. I am the one who has been corresponding with you over the phone. This is Alpha Daniel Gray and his mate Luna Samantha Layne-Gray. We asked for this meeting to clear the air between our families. It came to our attention that you wished my Luna harm when a hired assassin found her mate within our pack," I say in a strong voice, and one of the daughters growls. "We hired a cougar by the name of Mariah to locate and eliminate the last living Layne. My brother was killed because his mate was a wolf! We deserve justice," the female says sternly before banging her fist agai

Blake crosses his arms, clearly pleased with himself. “She doesn’t exist.” I pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag. “Every girl has got a type, and I’m most of them.” “That’s what makes this really fun,” Carter adds, his grin widening. “Because this girl is immune to your bullsht.” I blow smoke into the air, intrigued despite myself. “Fine, I will humor you idiots. Who is the target?” “Skylar McKee,” Blake says, like the name is supposed to mean something.

Although, I knew exactly the address I was going to: 123, CrossLane Riverstone, VA 25839 Vaelothor. As we pulled in the driveway, I saw someone open the blinds to peek outside. They weren't expecting a guest, and I was sure, even if they were, it wouldn't be me. I had never imagined that I, Reina Grayson, would stand here, on the edge of a new life, about to confront the very person who had once been everything to me—once upon a time, a love that brewed within me, and I was ready to burn at the stake for.

He then looks past me at Elijah and says. "I guess now that we are not scaring the hell out of our mate, how about I introduce you to her!?!" "Skyler, my dear!" He brings his hand up and kisses the back of my hand, making me shiver as more intense sparks race up my arm, "This here is Elijah Mason, one of my slightly younger brothers. Elijah, this is Skyler Jackson. I found her and brought her back with me from my visit to the Midnight Lake Pack yesterday." "Oh! How did that go? Was the Alliance and protection diameters updated and resigned?"

Instead, it was just beginning. And the best chapters—the ones filled with pancakes and arguments and tiny hands reaching for mine and chaos and love and life—those were still being written. One perfect, imperfect, beautiful day at a time. Forever. --- THE END Thank you for joining Wren and Skyler on their journey from rejection to forever. Some love stories follow fate. Others are built by choice. This was the latter—messy, hard-won, and absolutely worth it.