Emperor Mark Grayson の小説・ストーリー

Austin POV I stood there rooted to the spot as Leslie walked away. The words she said echoed in my head. Leslie Grayson. Granddaughter of Harold Grayson. Harold Grayson was a legend in the business world. A ruthless tycoon who built an empire from scratch and was known for never forgiving a slight. A man who didn't even have a photo of himself in any public domain. It would be a miracle to catch one or two pictures of his interviews or videos which didn't last on the media for twenty four hours.

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

Hearing Azalias's arrogant challenge Ausar's blood started to boil, he stepped forward again, looked at Azalias's eyes, and said furiously, "Yes. We dare. Do you dare to stop us, the eladrin royal guards?" "Ehh!!" Azalias were stunned by this retaliation, and black lines appeared on his forehead. He thought himself, 'Is this Eladrin is more powerful than my current status? What the hell is this Eladrin? Ah, whatever, everything is fucked up now. Calm down man, Calm down.'

He was taking Emma to a hotel, a hotel for celebrities, which was owned by Gray’s celebrity and narcissistic uncle Carson. Every single news I got about Chase hardened my heart towards him the more. “So what's pissing you off about that, baby?” I asked Gray as I put his plate of waffles that I made in his kitchen down. He looked tense and genuinely worried for Chase and I hated it. “Don't you remember what I told you when I got back?” He asked me. Grayson was ever one to keep things to himself. He was either a zero or a hundred. If he knew, you'd know, if he didn't, you'd know. He told me every single news and info he had about Emma when he got back from Starry.

Eleanor said. Grayson smirked. “The empire runs itself, Mom. That’s why we have executives. I show up, smile, and collect my cut. Easy. And besides, isn’t this Liam’s job? After all, he is the Thorne heir.” “Your brother is out of town and you know that Grayson." Eleanor snapped. “Now get up and take control of this. You haven’t worked a day in your life, you might as well start now.” She turned and left without another word.

President Grayson was in his late 50s, the most respected person in M country because of his reputation in the medical line. He has two sons, one Theo Grayson and one Tate Grayson; his eldest son was best till now, and his youngest son was still young; Theo Grayson was his pride, but sometimes he couldn't more than wish to kill his son because his son was Ace Welsh's aide, Damien Welsh was a living monster; as the president of Grayson medical institute, he always tried to avoid contacting Damien Welsh because that man had broken all the rules in the medical world. Still, he couldn't stop his son from following Ace Welsh, knowing Ace Welsh was Damien Welsh's son; he didn't want Damien Welsh a

I asked him, pouting as he sat next to me. "I didn't want to disturb your sleep, knowing that I didn't allow you to sleep well the previous night," he spoke with a soft voice, and I smiled. "Fine. So where are you heading to?" I asked, seeing that the clock was after 8 a.m. "I am going home. About late last night and why I left the house," Mark said, raising my chin and placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Emily found her mate, and she said that her mate is Carter Grayson," Mark said, his eyes rolling in displeasure.

His head was wrapped with a pointed ear and a small horn and big eyes like a dragon – reciprocating the greeting with a nod. He then paced forward and stood facing Ibrahim. “Nice meeting you, Your Highness Ibrahim, the monarch of the almighty lion.” He proceeded to turn his head at Shadow, looking meaningfully at her before his cheeks rose beautifully. “And also the father of Her Holiness Shadow.” Ibrahim’s muscles coiled under the skin, and his shoulders stiffened. At first, he watched the pink-haired man suspiciously. Yet, the greeting from the new emperor of the Underworld was flawless, and it put him at ease instantly.

Let's see… I gasped and immediately sat on the bed with a shocked expression plastered on my face when information about him popped up on the screen. ‘Terrence H. Gray, 29. Born on February 2, 1995. Single. President of Empire Gray…' My jaws literally dropped because of the information I gathered. I married the wrong guy but this guy could help me. He's even wealthier than Mr. Jones and my own family. He's a freaking billionaire. I cupped my mouth and stared at the screen of my phone. "Good heavens!" Is this a blessing in disguise?