Conan Gray Novels & Stories

"There's nothing much about. We use to have issues just like other family" "It's evident you don't want to talk about it. So how could you afford this expensive meal?" "It isn't that expensive. I'm Laurel Gray, a security guard. Like you said" "Don't give me that. You don't have a place where you come from?" "I shouldn't be discussing that with you because they aren't information that should be let out just like that" "Are you for real? Telling me where you're from is a crime?

he says, panting. Grayson smiles and leaves the bed for a moment to get a condom from his wallet. He opens it as he slowly walks back to the bed. Kian watches his every single movement and takes a deep breath. He slept with a few men before — younger or older — he always chose the best looking guy in the club. But it's the first time that he meets someone like Grayson — classy and hot as fuck as he says.

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

"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.

Angel falls, and I grab him by the shoulder and try to escape with him without being seen. I already thought I was safe deep in the woods when a huge wolf with black fur and violet eyes crossed my path and growled. I dropped Angel to the ground, already cracking my bones, and shifted, letting my old yellow-eyed gray wolf out. I may be old, but my strength hasn't faded. Besides, my wolf is very strong, and he fights well. I should have suspected, but it's been so long since I isolated myself that I didn't recognize Sonny, Klaus's wolf. He shifts back and says with disdain.

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!