Novel & Cerita Will Grayson Will Grayson Book

do as I say and if you try anything or make this more harder then it should be, I'll stop and rather try it with Noah. So be a good girl and stay still." He whisper-yells into my ear as he takes of his pants and then continues to remove mine. He places himself in between my legs and I try my best to stop the tears that are running down my face. He looks into my eyes and gives a big smile before he slams into me. I scream in pain, but he covers my mouth and continues to pull out and slam in again. 'Stop. Just make it stop.' I scream in my head hoping that someone, anyone would hear me... Please... Williams POV. I jump out of bed as fear runs through my veins. I feel so scared and weak. I loo

Chapter 2 Willow’s POV “You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice cracking as I stood there in the empty station with my heart pounding against my ribs. My hands still tingled where the cuffs had been and my pussy was already slick from the way Grayson had looked at me when he told me to strip. I crossed my arms tight over my chest trying to hide how hard my nipples were but his eyes went straight there anyway. Grayson leaned against the wall with his arms folded, that uniform shirt stretched across his broad chest. “Dead serious, Willow. Skirt and top off.

“You’ve lasted this long because no one knew where you were.” “I’m not living if I’m still hiding,” I snapped. “That’s not surviving — that’s waiting to die slower.” He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the tension radiating from him. “You think stepping into open fire is the smarter option?” “Maybe not smarter,” I said. “But it’s mine.” Grayson appeared from the back of the half-collapsed hallway, his expression unreadable. His clothes were dark, his face drawn — too many sleepless nights, too many losses but his eyes, those sharp grey ones that always looked like they were analyzing ten moves ahead, were softer now.

My head is resting on Grayson's chest,we are both naked and enjoying the aftermath of what happened some minutes ago. His hands circles my bare back and I draw some heart shapes on his chest. There is a comfortable silence between us and I love it. Nobody is talking just enjoying the silence. " Do you think Bryanna will ever get well?" Grayson says breaking the comfortable silence between us. For some reason I get annoyed,like is he for real. We just had sex and the first thing he speaks about is his ex wi...I mean wife.

--- The sky was still dark when the Miller estate stirred quietly. A cold mist hugged the ground, and the air was heavy with the kind of silence that only came before dawn. Inside, soft footsteps echoed in the hallway as Grayson descended the stairs, dressed in a tailored black coat over a crisp shirt. His suitcase rolled smoothly behind him. His face was unreadable, sharp in the low light. Assistant Gael waited by the entrance, already holding the flight documents and itinerary. “The car is ready, Young Master,” Gael said, giving a slight nod.

That’s why we wanted you both here to celebrate with us this evening. I was having trouble finding my voice. I was having trouble believing my sister had met and fallen in love with someone without me knowing anything about it. I was having trouble standing next to Grayson Barlowe without dropping at his Italian leather-clad feet in a swoon. He was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit that highlighted the width of his broad shoulders and the long lean length of his legs. His ink-black hair was swept back off his face similar to his brother’s but, unlike Ethan, Grayson had flecks of grey at his temples, giving him a distinguished, older, and wiser look that somehow made him even more attract

The doctor only let me go when Grayson promised him that I will stay in bed once we get home. Grayson asked his father for the pack's plane. He didn't want us to be stuck next to strangers. Liam enjoyed the fact that we have money now way too much. Grayson has bought him so many toys that I just couldn't keep up anymore. Grayson already shipped all our stuff to Graham Island. He will start with the house building as soon as we arrived there. We stepped off the plane and there is already a car waiting for us. I was fine the whole time, but now as we get closer to the house I am getting more and more nervous. Grayson must have sensed my nerves because he placed his hand in mine.

“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Mia’s, all I need now.” I smile and he kisses my head. Eve scoffs and walks away. I turn to Grey. “I really don’t understand how anyone has a problem telling you two apart. You’re fun and adventurous. Wes is reserved and cautious. Your hair is half a shade lighter then his. Your skin is slightly darker. Then there’s the cute mole on your…..” “Aha…heh…Mia. No one needs to know about my mole.” Grey says as his face turns red.

I’ve got to let her go, while I still can. Without another word, I turn around and take off. I don’t look back. As soon as I’m at the treeline, I rip through my clothes and shift, making a run for it. ~ FALLON What the fuck? My legs are a little wobbly as I watch Gray disappear into the forest. I’m trying to wrap my mind around the whole encounter, but I just can’t. We’re obviously attracted to each other, but this is the second time he’s gotten me all hot and bothered and then just bailed. Is this all some sort of cruel mind-game he’s playing with me? If so, I want out.

“No. I can’t hide. If someone came from Grimrest, I need to know who it is. What if it’s someone dangerous? What if it’s Lior?” Grayson’s expression darkened instantly, and his voice hardened. “If it is Lior, I will kill him before he even finishes his first breath inside my territory.” The certainty in his tone should have scared me, but instead I felt a strange, twisted sense of relief. An invisible weight lifted slightly from my chest. I shouldn’t have felt that way—Grayson’s ruthlessness was terrifying—but after everything Lior had done to me, the idea of someone standing between us was something I never thought I would experience in my life.