Conan Gray Novels & Stories

"He looks like he wants to put the Gray Group down. You should tell Mr. Gray to be careful.” Conan suddenly got chilled as he heard that. He would never allow Leo to bring the Gray Group down. "I get it. Don't worry," Conan said in a low voice. “Okay.” Mona responded. "Just let me know if you need anything!" Conan smiled and replied, "Don't worry, the Gray Group isn't so weak that it can't take a little hit." Conan hung up the phone and drove back to the Gray Family with a grimace. He noticed Stefan lying in his mother’s arms and saying something that made her chuckle from time to time as soon as he walked through the gate of the villa.

Courtney was on full display tonight, her hair in a crown braid and waves, her red dress designer with a plunging neckline, her lipstick a deadly shade to match. Grayson didn’t smile for the cameras. His hair was gelled into place, and his ice blue eyes popped out beautifully. His black and grey pinstripe suit fitting his body like a dream. For that was what the fourth richest man in the city was, an elusive dream. He had an empty champagne flute in front of him, probably not the only one he’d drained that night.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped

“You’re going to make everyone cry.” “Maybe,” I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest. Then I heard his voice. Across the parking lot, Connor leaned against his car, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling like the world belonged to him — or maybe like I belonged to him . “Hey, Sparrow!” he called. Chelsea and Laila stopped in mid-step, eyebrows raised. “Sparrow?” Chelsea whispered. “It’s… a thing,” I muttered, cheeks heating. Connor waved, grinning. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

pushing the copies of photographs , Conan added " they are torturing her really bad , we need to find about Brown as much as possible so that we can zero in on his suspected sponsors and save this girl . Maybe you can help us track this person down before either of them gets hurt " Grace took a look of those photographs and turned her head away , seemingly just as disgusted as we were . However , whatever hesitation she had in her eyes vanished once she saw those photographs " you want to know about Neil Brown ? He is very good at deception when I first met him , he came on to me as a really gentle , caring and pleasant man . He showed me impeccable manners and everything was fine for a f

He just got out of a death trap and it's gonna be bad if I give him pregnancy news. I tap in the passcode to his door as the door opens. I step in and shut the door behind me. I drop my bag on the couch and go to the kitchen. Gray sits on the counter stool. He holds a cup of coffee while on the other hand working non-stop on his phone. A cigarette sticks between his lips. He looks up from his phone and his gaze falls on me. He smiles at me as I walk to the other side of the counter. " Gray you got shot and you're still healing, you shouldn't be smoking."

After two hours he turned to me and said, “We’re done for now, do you have plans for the rest of the day?” “I don’t think so, Lexus will text me if he needs me.” I was getting my hopes up for what Konn said next. “If you want, I could introduce you to Gray,” He finally offered. “He’s in the garden with Lynn right now.” I walked beside him. “Yeah, okay.” This was exactly what I wanted. We took the elevator down then walked out the castle to the garden in the back. Gray smiled when he saw Konn. “Hey Dad.” He waved. He was sitting on the bench next to Lynn who didn’t acknowledge me instead she was on her phone.

- At the moment. - This is Yana, - removing the sound, Gray explained and returned to breakfast. “Her father…” A large piece of bacon and eggs fell out of his mouth into his hand, and he deftly sent them back. “One of the largest arms dealers in the country,” Gray continued champing as if nothing had happened. - In this city, she kind of represents his interests. Alyosha, whose manners, in fact, were also far from ideal, almost grimacing, looked at the frankly dirty motorcyclist and put his fork aside, also banging it on the table as a sign of loss of appetite.

After half an hour, I finally arrived at the mall, ready for some shopping. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the magnificent entrance. Perhaps, once Sierra became Luna, I would bring her here and let her choose whatever her heart desired. Just as I was about to enter the mall, I froze upon hearing a familiar voice—a voice I had hoped never to hear again. "Hey, Dean, old friend, it's been a while." I turned around and came face to face with Drake. He hadn't changed a bit. His dark blue eyes and gray hair intrigued me, as I wondered about his fondness for that color.

Was the universe giving him a chance to come clean to his best friend? He nodded. “It’s not true.” Archer eyed him warily, then shrugged. “Okay.” “Anyways,” Archer started with more enthusiasm, “my mom sai—” he trailed off, seemingly distracted by something behind Lennon. Lennon turned and froze as well. Not something. Someone. Professor Grayson. For the one millionth time, Lennon was entranced by how jaw-droppingly gorgeous this man was. His footsteps were heavy. Measured. Eyes locked on Lennon.