Conan Gray Novels & Stories

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

“Tequila. Keep them coming until I can’t feel my face.” Four shots burned down her throat. The anger twisted into raw, aching need. She wanted to be touched. Wanted to be fucked so hard she forgot Connor’s name, his lies, his moans for another man’s cock. That was when he appeared through the crowd. Tall. 6’4. Broad shoulders filling out a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up over powerful forearms. Dark, tousled hair, a chiseled jaw with the faintest stubble, and piercing steel-gray eyes that locked onto her like she was prey.

The B sign in the bar blinked sporadically, like it didn’t want me there. “Who are we looking for here?” I asked as he led his way into the bar, pushing people from coming closer to me. “His name is Conan. He’s said to be among the best in the business and if you want privacy. He is the best in the deal even though his well known. It’s also rumored he's never failed a job, even when he’s seen by no one at the scene.” “How about you? How good are you with the privacy?” I asked to ensure everything’s kept under lock and key."

“Just breath man, I promise to stand with you on that stage and be embarrassed with you. I will call you prince consort when I see you and even bow to you. just be okay.” I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t. he was bargaining with me. what a moron. “What did you do?” asked Grayson. “I don’t know man, we were talking nicely then that happened. I don’t know what I did wrong.” He did nothing, it was all me. I was a coward. I forgot there for a second that Conri still needed me to be his father.

All of them were dressed in expensive clothes and wore valuable jewelry. “Whoa, there are many people there.” I blurted. “You said there would be few ones.” “I’m sorry, Cami. Today I’ll promote my fashion brand, too.” Kat apologized sincerely. “You lied to me again.” “I said I’m sorry.” “Hey, beautiful.” Conan appeared out of nowhere before throwing his arm around my shoulder and pressing me against his hard chest. He wore a leather jacket with a pair of grey trousers, looking dashing. “You look stunning, baby.” He whispered before placing a kiss on my cheek and causing me to blush.

She finally noticed him staring at her. "I bet you heard it from that lousy cliche romantic drama you're watching." He plays with her soft hair, twirling it with his index finger. "Yes, why am I even watching this?" She turned the channel and saw a CNN news report flashed on the screen. "... a news flash today, suspect of the Coulson Massacre, Collin Beaver AKA James Connor has been reportedly seen in an convenient store in Newark a few days ag--" Before the screen could even flash a CCTV picture, he took the remote and flipped it to another channel. "I'm so sick of hearing some murder news." He vomit that lied and stayed with some Asian fantasy movie to watch.

Ninian just went back to her room, took a hot shower, changed into her pajamas, and got ready for bed. Downstairs, Conan leaned against his car and smoked, but he did not leave even after a long time had passed. Ninian ignored him. She drew the curtains, turned the lights off, and soon fell asleep. The next day, before Ninian even woke up, her phone rang. “Ninian, check the news! Conan canceled the engagement his grandmother set for him! Is it because of you?” Ninian shot out of bed and turned on the TV. Conan was indeed telling the reporters that he was going to cancel the engagement because there was someone even more important to him.

Theo sighed and rubbed his forehead and put his hands on his hips. "Detective Conan, how nice to see you here," Theo said with a forced smile. "Yes, it is quite nice. And the two of you here together? Planning a heist?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, I never liked Detective Conan, from the time I got shot, up to now he's been on my neck trying to sniff me out doing some stuff, illegal stuff. "No, we're on a date. So if you would excuse us," I said walking away and he stepped in front of us.

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV. "Come closer." He said.In my state of shock I did as he said. "Nicole Walker I presume." He knows my name. "Yes." My voice came out as a whisper. "My name is Alessandro Benavente. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially after it was brought to my attention that thinks to your intervention Im here ,alive." My brain was doing circles like hamster on a wheel. What was this, why did he bring me here. Was this his idea of "thank you for saveing my life"?.