Novel & Cerita Crowley D Gray Man

Minzingo stands, talking to a man dressed in a white button-up with his sleeves rolled up and a pair of black pants standing and talking. “There she is!” Mr. Minzingo calls when he spots me. “Grayson, this is the woman I was telling you about.” Slowly, the man begins to turn so that I can see his handsome face, which is fixed in a look of curiosity, while his eyes start to trail up and down my body. “She really does look like an angel,” the man, Grayson, murmurs.

With the man falling to the ground, Gray got to him and continued punching the man, who bled continuously, not stopping. “Enough.” I ordered loudly with a firm voice. Gray then stood up from the man whose face was filled with bruises and his eye bleeding. The lady, seeing this, then knelt down, thanking us for our help, as they had been praying for it. I smiled hearing them and shook my head as I stepped out together with Gray following behind me. I stared at Gray, whose hand was dripping with stains of blood from the man and whose fist was covered with blood. “You almost killed him.” I spoke with an unhappy tone.

The three of them stiffened, shock flashing through their eyes. After a moment, Zephyr reached out, gesturing toward the other two. "I am Zephyr… and they are Cael Ardent and Lorian Crest. We all suffered fatal injuries in the past, so each of us carries… certain defects. If you have any orders, Alpha Seraphina, you may give them directly." I nodded, not asking further. Perhaps this body was simply too heavy. After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist.

If Felix wanted his grand opening today, Huxley was determined to turn it into a shutdown. Just as Huxley ended his call to summon reinforcements, a sleek black Mercedes S500 pulled up. The rear door opened, and a sharply dressed young man with an air of authority stepped out. Huxley froze the moment he saw him, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. "Mr. Gray? W-What is he doing here?" Kurt Gray was a name known to everyone in Gray City—the undisputed ruler of the underground scene. Despite his youth, he not only maintained but expanded his father's empire after the old man's sudden death.

Watching two men having sëx is good and I like it, but watching a man alone, lost in his own pleasure is a thousand times better and I can't just walk away when I get the chance to see it in person. Swallowing and feeling horrible, I put my hand on the door and very slowly I push on it, then I peek through the small strip. Gray is lying on his bed. His pants are down and his shirt is pulled up to his chest. I bite my bottom lip when I can see the aggressive way he’s jerking off. And then I pay more attention and I have to bite my lips to not make any noise because his dïck is huge. It’s so huge it doesn’t look real anymore. I know about dïcks quite a lot and I have never, ever seen one that

Graycort the same thing. When I opened the Graycorts’ front door, I was startled to see Kamron on his way out. “Hi.” Ugh. Now I’m being an idiot and awkward. “Save me!” He whispered. He looked behind him, then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the side of the house. “Who am I saving you from?” I asked when we stopped. He peeked around the corner, and I took in his appearance. His hair was more tousled than usual, and I swear I saw a purple feather sticking to his shirt.

Under a streetlight, a soaking-wet man was crouched on the sidewalk. He was in nothing more than a thin white shirt. His right hand was wrapped in a thick bandage, now stained dark red with rain and blood. His head was down. He was shaking faintly. I wasn't planning on getting involved — but the shape of him was too familiar. I walked closer and tried, tentatively, "...Rowan?" The man looked up fast. His face was bone-white under the rain. The eyes that had once been sharp and bright were hollow. "...Chloe?"

I wanted to go back to my bed and probably cry my eyes out too. He had managed to crawl his hand into my skirt, packing it up to my waist level. He wasn’t even trying to be considerate of my feelings or how his imposing actions on me were affecting me. He wasn’t listening. “Please, Mr. Grey.” My hands had quickly found his, holding onto his wrist, tugging him, wanting him to stop, but the man had changed into something eerie. Seemingly, he was set on whatever he had in his mind, and he wasn’t looking like someone who would stop, especially since his strength was overwhelming mine too.

But Grayson couldn’t take it anymore. With a roar, he closed the gap between himself and the man, his fists flying in a flurry of unrelenting punches. “Grayson! Stop!” Evelyn screamed, but her cries went unheard. Grayson’s rage consumed him, his strength returning despite his wolf’s absence. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall. The sickening crack of the stranger’s skull against the surface echoed through the room. The man crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

The last time I saw him, he had drunken rosy cheek and seemed much less humbling— I recognized him almost immediately. This was the man whom Nigel tried to have me sleep with! His name…was Officer Gavin! A chill was sent down my spine and I staggered sideways, causing the door to make a squeaky sound. Gavin must have heard that squeaky noise and he started looking at my direction. But Gray’s cold voice came the next second: “What brings you here? I didn’t remember summoning anyone from Shadow Valley Pack.” Gray used the word “summon,” which could be considered as a huge offense.