Conan Gray Novels & Stories

I was right when I assumed he was fit. He’s muscular but in a lean way. He’s not bulky like my brother Ivan. His muscles have definition, but they are more proportioned to his frame. A few dark brown hairs on his chest match the trail of hair from his navel down. I blushed as my eyes almost went past his navel. I was thankful when he shifted to his wolf. Conway is a lovely tawny color with reddish highlights. ‘Conway is handsome.’ Faith whispered. I’m glad she likes Conway. Though I don’t like how weak she sounds. She’s going through so much pain every time Ignazio touches another female. I know I want to get to know Stephen better but I worry how delaying the inevitable will affect her.

His hair was still as silver as ever, his face looked a little older but still as sharp and cunning as ever, his eyes had an empty grey look that seemed to see through flesh and bone. He wore a large cloak that was designed with wolf skin, his hands were resting on the arms of his chair, and he had a small smile on his lips as he saw Konan. Konan froze, as he tried to catch his breath, his legs trembling as he stared at the man he thought he had lost forever. “Grandfather?” he whispered, his voice breaking, his eyes slowly filled with tears. The years he had spent grieving, the years he had spent believing Conoron was dead, all crashed down on him, and he fell to his knees, his hands shaking

"Also, you should give my brother privacy, even if you toss a lot of women at him. Am I right? You see, my brother has a specific liking for women." "I also have a specific liking—" Gray raised his hand. "What I am saying is, I need to relax without interruption after the war you started, old man," she told Klaus. Then, she entered her room and locked it. "Hannah Grace, darling," Gray knocked. "Fuck off, you pervert!" she shouted. "What a temper!" Gray shrugged and looked at Victor. Victor simply opened the door to his room, ignoring him. Connor stared into space while holding Quinn in his arms. Quinn was busy playing with the fake food that Kal had given her.

Not only were they fast and massive, but it seemed another dozen emerged from Amino’s side. Maxim looked down at Conan. “Who are you?” “My name is Conan, Maxim.” Conan used disrespectful intonation when addressing the owner of the beautiful griffin. ‘Well… he will die soon anyway.’ “How dare you talk down on me.” Maxim was utterly enraged upon receiving his disrespectful attitude. Both of them glared at each other and refused to back down. “Attack.” Conan was mesmerized by the shield but he also had another idea. “Deactivate your defense.” He was talking into the walkie-talkie.

Ebony complained without breath before she fell back on the chair. “Wow; that’s quite a lot pet peeves.” Grace said as she took the bottle of Fanta and opened it. “And you still want to marry him when you can’t stand him?” “It’s not like I can’t stand Konstantin; although his unique lifestyle and his terrible personality make him appear a difficult person and add he rarely gives a sincere smile, he actually has some adorable features.” Ebony replied as she opened the Pepsi and drank it slowly. “Like?” Grace asked as she leaned closer.

She noticed how Rebecca started fixing her already sleek ponytail, and how the guards slowly backed off to their stations, removing the irritated looks on their faces and planting smug expressions instead. Looking back at the man who spoke her name, Vee finally recalled that it was Conan Gallagher. She fought the urge to whistle as he descended the stairs from the elevator area since he looked like one of the models who worked for Guy. Wearing an all-black suit, Conan's fair skin stood out and his piercing eyes were like blinding spotlights that roamed the entire lobby. His gait was that of someone proud and powerful, but his smile was full of charm. "You sure have tight security here," Vee

“Hey, I don’t mean to be a pest, but my concussion is fucking with me so can you drive us home?” “Oh fuck. Dude I totally forgot… Yeah man I'll drive here actually I'll pay for gas just get in the back or something.” “Thanks man.” “Of course man. Baby you want anything?” “Besides a box of condoms and some chocolate?” The bold statement once again caught both of us off guard with Gray turning deep red… It's a rare sight to see him blush and even more rare to see it happen multiple times in one day. He choked on his words for a bit before giving up and just walking into the gas station alone.

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

Known for his diplomatic skills and extensive network, he was bringing news that could potentially alter their strategies. The sound of approaching vehicles broke Charlotte's reverie. The pack members straightened up, anticipation heightening. The sleek black SUVs, the typical transport for high-ranking wolves, rolled to a stop at the entrance of the compound. The doors opened, and Aunt Caitlyn stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. She was tall and regal, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing down her back. Her piercing blue eyes took in the scene before her with a mix of approval and curiosity. Behind her, Daniel Scott emerged, a tall man with an impeccable sense of sty

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.