Conan Gray Novels & Stories

over, you have it made. I stop when I come across a picture of a guy named Dallas. He looks very familiar. I know I have seen him before, but I don’t remember where. I forward a copy of his picture to Alayni. She has a photographic memory, and if anyone can remember where we know him from, it will be her. I look at his neck, and I do see a scar, but it looks like a scar someone would have if they had surgery. His eyes are what caught my attention—those cold golden grey eyes. I know I have seen those eyes before. I close out my email and shut down my laptop. Kaden tells me it is time to go home. I can hear the others telling Tianya and Kylynn the same thing. As we walk out, I loo

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

I was standing in front of the mirror, wearing a sparkly light grey dress that was brought to me along with four other dresses. Personally, I liked this dress a lot. I loved how it looked on me and how it hugged my body. The dress was long and decorated with a darker shade of grey beads; the high slit on the left leg of the dress made it look incredibly sexy, yet elegant at the same time. I heard somebody knocking on my door, so I went to open it. I found Adrian in front of me looking as handsome as ever. How did he manage to look so good 24/7? Was that another gift?

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

Alex just realized he had been wrong when he thought nothing could spoil his day, Amanda was not who he thought she was and right now, guns were being pointed at their faces by huge tattooed men. Alex turned to look at Amanda, she looked really shaken and the fear in her eyes were evident, he wondered what sort of crime she had committed to warrant this.

October 10th "And you're certain you want to go to this party, Ella?" Connor asked as we ate dinner. "No, I spent half an hour trying to perfect winged eyeliner to stay home," I said, putting down my fork to point at the masterpiece I had created on each eye. He rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean." "Chill. I can handle Cameron. He's not a threat and I'm over him.” Connor leant back in his chair and sighed defeatedly.

I opened the door. The photo hadn't done him any favors in either direction. He was tall in the way that actually registers, the kind of tall where you recalibrate the space around a person. Dark coat, no tie, a jaw that looked like it had been designed to make people feel vaguely outmatched. His eyes were gray. Not blue-gray or warm gray. Just gray, the color of sky before something serious happens in it. He looked at me the way people look at things they are trying to understand.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"