I watched Grayson with frustration, my arms crossed over my chest as I confronted him. "When are you going to understand that you can't keep acting like this, Grayson? You always have to be the center of attention, don't you? You always have to do things your way." He arched an eyebrow, an ironic smile curving his lips. "Oh, and who are you to tell me how to live my life, Amelia? The queen of control and perfection?" A sudden blaze ignited in my chest. "I hate you, Grayson! I hate you with every fiber of my being!" "Well, I hate you too, Amelia!" His response was quick, laden with anger and defiance. A heavy silence settled between us, the air charged with the electricity of our tension. But in an unexpected moment, Grayson took a step forward, his gaze seeking mine with disconcerting intensity. And then, beneath the glow of the stars that dotted the night sky, Grayson kissed me. It was a fiery kiss, brimming with mixed emotions and repressed desire, a kiss that seemed to defy the universe itself. ● ● ● A Grayson Hawthorne fanfic for my Gray girl team. I'm new to this so please don't judge me!

"It wasn't Jameson or Grayson's fault that Emily died," Liz clarifies for Avery. "Because it was mine." the inheritance games trilogy grayson hawthorne x female oc #1 in #graysonhawthorne 💪

"Which one is she?" I ask as Trinity leaps gracefully through the air, ornamental knives strapped to her feet. "The Glass Ballerina or the Knife?" Nash cracks a smile. "Both of 'em and neither. Shes the glass ballerina, the knife, the player, and the one who writes the riddles." The mystery is over, the family is reunited... or are they? While Avery Kylie Grambs is off trying to piece together the next part of the Old Man's game, Trinity Kallistrate Hawthorne is trying to solve her own mystery- right when she thought she knew everything. Suddenly, nothing can save her. With mystery's even she can't solve, Trinity feels like she's spiraling. By the way, she's got an unexpected guest. And she didn't think she wanted to see that expensive pocket watch so soon. Tick, tick, Angel. Open your blood tipped wings, and carve your halo into a horn. Soar. Burn. Be. Most Impressive Rankings: 1# in averygrambs Apr 26-May28 2023 1# in jamesonhawethorne Jul 15- Jul 20 2023 1# in averykyliegrambs Oct 19- Nov 16 2023 1# in trinity Nov 6- Dec 7 2023 1# in Hawthorne Jan 14-Jan 26 2024 1# in hawthornebrothers Aug 6 2024 - 1# in averyriskygamble Oct 27 2024 - 1# in nashhawthorne Aug 6 2024 -

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 , in which . . . ✰ ── ❝ i felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us? ❞ wonder if you regret the secret of us, us . 𝑨very 𝑮rambs isn't the only odd one written in 𝑻obias 𝑯awthorne's will.