Conan Gray Novels & Stories

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

Nathan: I stood out on the veranda as I took a whiff of my cigarette. Katerina was inside the room, getting ready for today’s gathering while I watched the pack members from the veranda, trying to clear my mind before the evening began. Having gotten ready a while ago, I wore a normal pair of black jeans and a gray long sleeved shirt which I had raised until my elbow. Katerina was wearing a high waist black skirt and a white crop-top which she had tucked inside her skirt.

he added. Dillon heaved a sigh, and in just a snap, he was gone in Drake’s sight. Unexpectedly, Emily looked at Drake. She faked her smile and waved her swab. “I’m still cleaning. Do you need anything?” Emily shouted; it echoed throughout the whole living room. Drake kept his expressionless face while walking toward Emily. Emily’s mouth parted a bit and thought. ‘Fuck, why does he look so fucking like a Greek God while walking? He looks dashing, including his dark aura,’ she thought.

There was something exquisite about the contrast between the blackened nails and the graceful extension of his fingers. Mr. Conan, Tyler's grandfather, kicked off. "I would like to start this by saying something about myself. I, amongst many things, am a straightforward man. So, I will remain in character as I address everyone here." He took a drink of water, clearing his throat. "I mean this with every bit of seriousness when I say, we are all fucked."

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

Yagur said explaining his tragic fate. Eden stepped slowly, but Yagur did, too. Forcing Eden to finally stop with a gasping breath and as the lunar eclipse begins to end, with one quick step Yagur drops herself down with Megan. Eden gritted his teeth and jumped in without hesitation. Making Herol and Perol who were there did it too. Megan's skin touched the water, resulting in the woman's consciousness recovering. Although the freezing has made her nerves seem dead and her blurred vision can see someone approaching her and feel her hand being pulled up.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."