Conan Gray Novels & Stories

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

Brad was a high ranking wolf, he could handle the drink but he would still act intoxicated. A knock arrived at the door notifying me of a guest. I put the vial in a pocket in my panty liner. Just in case I was searched for weapons or anything of that sort, I could easily get through security without too much suspicion. I opened the door to see Conan in a black tuxedo, looking as hot as ever. His hair was parted by the edge, giving him a nineties look with his brows lapping to his face giving a hot crease when he would frown.

The thunder outside rolled in slow, ominous intervals—nature mourning what we were about to do. Conrad was curled up on the velvet armrest beside me, one leg tucked under the other, lazily flipping through the last encrypted dossier we'd cracked. Liam was pacing the room, always silently boiling beneath the surface like an unused grenade. Grayson stood at the corner bar, his fingers dancing along the crystal decanter before pouring himself two fingers of whiskey—neat, no theatrics. Lucian, as always, looked like sin tailored in Versace—cool, composed, and cruel. He tossed his phone onto the desk with a thud that made all of us look up.

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

I slowly turned my head. A man stood at the edge of the clearing. He was massive, his shoulders broad enough to block out the fading sun. He wore dark tactical gear, his black hair shaggy and unkempt. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath. They weren't amber or blue. They were the color of cold flint, sharp and unnervingly intelligent. "Grayson Cole," I breathed. He didn't move, yet he seemed to fill the entire space between us. "Savannah Reed."

I declined. "Oh come on," he pushed on, "he told me you do this amazing thing with your ton-" "Connor." he yelled and he immediately stopped talking. I chuckled, knowing exactly what the fuck was going on, "I can't believe this." "Jade I-" "No," I sighed, "it's fine." I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Shall we head to the next location?" Grayson nodded, turning away from me and heading toward our car. I followed closely behind, my mind racing. I could see the weight of Konrad’s betrayal pressing down on him. Konrad had been like an uncle to Grayson, a man who had been a constant figure in his life, especially after his father passed. They had shared a bond that went beyond business, and now that bond was shattered, leaving Grayson with nothing but shards of trust and painful memories.

I sat with Ronald, Gray's hand man as we drink our ice cream together. I find Ronald more gentle than gray. I watched as a lady walked towards where Gray was sitting with one of his old man. She did some little seductive moves and Gray just stared at her. The lady walked away after Gray grinned at her. GRAY'S POV "The Russians will be shipping the drugs soon. I don't know how long but we have to get the drug from them" Amo, one of my favourite cousin said to me. I didn't reply, I just stared at Luna who seems to be having fun with Ronald. She smiled so much to him but have never smiled at me.

Conan asked, looking around the room. “Of all places in the mansion,” “A room where lives are wasted?” he added. Without a word, I stood staring at him as he spoke. And then he had his focus back on the frame. “But, who the hell is this man exactly?” he asked, trailing his fingers on the frame without taking his eyes off. At that moment, I knew who he meant even without looking into the frame. The man with the green eyes… I hated the feeling I got from having to see the man in the photo.

I smiled thinking it would be nice to do something like that. "It will be in the woods still but I randomly came across it one day." Brian said telling me about a little cabin he said we could use to have some time away from the castle. We talked about our plans and that we would be leaving tomorrow. I took a hot shower while Brian went hunting again. I got dressed in pants and black top with a camoflage jacket and a bow and arrow and a hunting knife. I went outside looking for Brian. I found him looking at a couple of people. A man and woman. I got my arrow ready when I snuck up behind him and managed to shoot both of the people. Brian quickly spun aroundand saw that it was me who shot them