Will Grayson Will Grayson Book Novels & Stories

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

“I know. You know the best part though? The blow will be softened by the fact that we still get to be around you and we’ll have a little piece of you in our kids. You’ll always be there. I think I was mostly scared of you choosing him because I would be around you anymore. I would miss you.” “Well now you’re stuck with me forever Windsor.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Oh fuck!” Grayson shouted from outside the door. “Is he that upset about us having sex?” Lee questioned. “Gray?” I called. “Something is wrong!” I got up as fast as I could and waddled over to the door. I opened it and Grayson’s neck was red. “Is that a rash?!” I asked. “Yeah and…” His eyes widened. “Scar your chest.”

When she was gone, Trisha turned to the two boys and looked at their faces one after the other before talking. “So, what's wrong?” she asked. “Mummy is here,” she added and they all burst into a small laugh. It was so good to be together and the warmth that radiated around them made Harold feel like they'll all be fine. They couldn't be stopped. Wilkes began speaking before he did. “There's this dude. His name is…” “…Wade.” “Yeah, Wade,” Wilkes repeated then continued. “He's so odd we don't even believe he's a student. Right, Harold?”

"I love you, too, Prince Grayson." As Grayson looked around the room, sitting next to his beautiful wife expecting their first child, he knew just how lucky he truly was. END VOLUME ONE

Her hopeful gaze darts to Grayson but he stalks off, grumbling about finding a phone. She watches him go, shadows of regret and longing on her face. Oh no. She can't be falling under his spell already. I have to admit, the man is stop-you-in-your-tracks gorgeous. An arrogant, cunning, dangerous son of a bitch. But stunning nonetheless. I start to tell her how Grayson nearly drowned to explain his frosty disposition. But I think better of it. We need to focus on getting out of here, not cozying up to him. I hurry after Grayson to hunt for our means of escape. I find him knee-deep in the flooded cabin, water dripping from the phone in his hands as he taps the screen. I guess someone must have

With that, he left the ward without looking back, his steps quick, almost impatient, as if he could not wait to get home. On the drive back, Grayson's mind replayed the image of me—my tear-streaked face—when he carried Kayla away. His chest ached with a dull, persistent pain. He pressed a hand hard against his heart, kneading it as though that could ease the unease gnawing inside him. Pulling out his phone, he opened our chat. [Lydia, I'm coming home. Do you want anything to eat?] [Shall I take you to the movies tonight?]

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.

"Mrs. Avery Blackwood has been named CEO of Grayson Enterprises after her husband, Mr. Axel Blackwood, steps back following reported financial losses in the hands of former CEO, Chase Grayson." "The sure know how to spin the narrative," I chuckled. "In other news, Zora Grayson has died in what authorities are calling a tragic accident—details emerging by the minute. And in a shocking turn, Chase Grayson has been found dead of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound following police intervention," the news anchor continued. The ticker tape scrolled endlessly beneath her words. Death. Chaos. Grayson downfall. Every headline sounding like music to my ear. I clapped my hands once, almost theatr