Conan Gray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Connor was enraptured by the crystals and what they’d managed to pull off with them. Greyson hands him one to try his own magic with, they had plenty at the moment, and they know where they can get more. Connor’s also a Totem-Witch, and he specialises in glamours that people could wear. He pulls out his own Witching-Bag and starts working quietly while Serena looks at him, her head titled. Greyson sidles up to her and sits.

The credits of the series we were watching rolled in and I finally stood up to turn off the TV. It was Game of thrones. Now, that was my kind of show, unlike romance. In my opinion, Romance movies were way too cheesy although I watched a good one once in a while. "You hungry?" Lucian asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Get dressed, let's grab food outside." I hightailed for my bedroom. Duh, it's food we're talking about here. I changed into black skinny jeans and a red halter top that stopped just above my navel. Thereafter, I slipped on my black flip-flops. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail and I didn't bother putting on any makeup.

he says not even looking at my face. DISRESPECT! "Sir can you tell me the color of the file" I didn't even bother to request him. I told more in a way of command. "Why?" His gaze turned to meet my eyes chocolate brown eyes. I stare into his grey eyes! How the hell does he not have a girlfriend? He is obviously a wealthy, powerful person and it is impossible to not notice how attractive he is. God, probably he has some dark and secret past or something - it is the only explanation.

"I don't even wanna think about that." We came to a stop outside one of our favourite little cafés, deciding that we'd eat there today. After placing our orders at the counter, we found some seats, settling back into our conversation. "So Al," Conner began. "What's he like?" "What's who like?" I asked, once again not following. "Don't act dumb," he joked. "You obviously slept with him last night." "Why would I sleep with Mr Gray?" "I was talking about Nate, but I guess my instincts could be wrong."

That look was quickly replaced with a smile that was wide enough to cause crinkles by his eyes. "Grace!" He exclaimed quite excitedly. I smiled, "Hey Connor." Connor Bolton. Connor had one of the most alluring auras I had ever felt radiate off a person. His hair was of a light brown colour and so were his beards which were always well groomed on his face. His eyes were forest green and his nose was perfectly structured. He was taller than I was by a few inches and he always smelled fresh and inviting. Connor was one of the first friends I made when I arrived at Spring. Although he held a work position which was much more superior to mine, he was always so kind and nice to me and I particular

You're gonna have the best night of your life tonight! He hung up and Grayson let out another sigh, if there was one person who could lift his spirits up it was his best friend since college. Connor was the kind of guy most women hated, vulgar, a sleaze sometimes which had landed him in jail a couple of times—luckily his enrollment into the army set him in the right path, but he was still a goofball. Grayson still loved him though, underneath the brash uncontrollable soldier was a sweetheart with too much trauma that would scare a human away.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

As soon as Harmony finished speaking, her phone rang and she hung up shortly after, brief and decisive like the wound caused by a sharp object. Parker hesitated between going back to the crime scene for a final check or going to eavesdrop on the rare and interesting situation that just happened. She muttered to herself about who would be so unlucky as to fall into Harmony's hands. Her eyes narrowed, a mocking glint appeared in her amber eyes. Just then, Conal emerged from the hall, looking serious and energetic. He was a tall and muscular young man, in his mid-twenties, with a handsome face and immaculate attire, exuding the charm of a dashing young man.

“That blonde guy who talks a lot, his name is Gavin, and that wall-faced guy over there is Jaxon Bradwood. Then, the man there is Nicko Anderson, and the one silently playing chess in the corner of the room even though there was a fight ahead is Danny Johnson. Then there is the pervert-looking man named Connor Black, and the man who looks busy with his phone and is laughing alone at the other end is Gideon Rose. Then….” Rey introduced all the men in the room, and every time he mentioned a name, there was always a protest from the owner of that name. “I don’t talk much! It’s just that you guys are very boring with the silence around.” Gavin defended while looking at Camellia, so that the girl