D Gray Man Allen Novels & Stories

After finishing his act by telling me he'd see me tonight, Connor's job was done and he was gone. "Shut the door behind you, Miss Carson," Tyler got straight to the point. Instead of taking his usual position in his chair, the man was leaning against the front of his desk, his arms crossed and his expression as hard as ever. He certainly wasn't impressed, and that made me equal parts overjoyed and terrified. "What can I do for you, Mr Gray?" I stood my ground, keeping as much distance as possible without appearing timid. "It's less about what you can do for me, and more about what you're doing to me, Ally."

I was sure there was a wide grin on my face. “What are you thinking about?” Speak of the devil. Gray was watching me with arms crossed over his chest at the doorway. I didn't realise he was there. He is wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, and his hair is damp, seemingly showered before I woke up. It was too early for me to start drooling over the man. Damn it! I covered my whole form with his sheets. I probably looked like a raccoon While he stood there looking so gorgeous and delicious.

If this is how Gray wants me to pay penance for my freakout yesterday, I guess I’ll grin and fucking bear it. We roll into the driveway of a little blue house and climb out of the Jeep, starting up the front walk. Snow crunches under my boots as I glance toward the house, the door swinging open before we’re even halfway up the walk. A big, surly looking fucker appears in the doorway- the one and only Daryl Miller. He doesn’t exactly have a reputation for being warm and fuzzy, so I’m not surprised when we’re greeted with a scowl. “Alpha Gray, Alpha Chase,” he barks, his eyes shifting between us as we approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Across the street, standing perfectly still among the gathering crowd, was an elderly man in a dark coat with Gray hair and Piercing blue eyes. The same face I had seen only hours earlier in Alexander's confidential file. **Ethan Graves.** He smiled. Then he tipped his hat... before disappearing into the crowd.

He felt like a young man again. ***************************************************************************** The festivities continued into the evening and Damian was genuinely having a great time. Adam was all over his wife and would steal as many kisses as he could. It was such a beautiful moment. Gwen and Rockwell were talking with some of their medical friends and Gwen was simply full of smiles. Soon another vehicle showed up. It was Dr. Gray. He looked classy in his suit and Damian was very impressed. "Sorry, I'm late. I had an operation to attend to and I just got out of the theatre."

Arthur, who was seated nearby, leaned toward Allison and said in a low voice, “Allison, Mr. Graves is a living legend in medicine. He’s practically a national treasure. How could you seat a complete nobody beside him? Aren’t you worried about offending him?” “But that young man isn’t ordinary…” Allison hesitated. “Not ordinary? Compared to Mr. Graves? Nonsense! Not just anyone deserves to sit with him,” Arthur said coldly as his face darkened. Allison felt trapped. Her mind raced for a solution. She resolved to ask Dustin if he would mind moving to allow Gareth his rightful place of honor. Just as she was about to speak, Dustin’s voice rang out unexpectedly. “Who is this ‘Mr. Graves’? Sounds

This guy’s fucking lost it. “Like that? With him?” His steely gaze slices through me. I push at Gray’s chest, forcing him to take a step back. “What’s your fucking problem, Gray? I was just dancing, what’s the big deal?” Gray scowls, stabbing his fingers through his hair. “I saw you chatting him up at the bar.” “Yeah, so what? It’s no different than you and that waitress,” I scoff. That trips him up a little. He narrows his eyes, tipping his chin, considering. “Who, Kelly?”

if right now she was even looking for a man to have in her life. “He’s trying his best,” she commented. “And presumably sleeping with your dolly boy in Thailand behind your back?” She suppressed her usually slow to rise temper and threw him her best Mona Lisa smile. A smile she had perfected long ago that said everything and nothing all at the same time. “‘Grip,’” she corrected with forced niceness. “He’s called a ‘dolly grip’.” “Really? Well, he’s also called a ‘junkie’.” “Gray once had a drug problem. He doesn’t anymore.”

I shrugged. “You are really something, Diaz,” Dominic mused and shook his head in amusement while chuckling. “Why has Mr. Grayson not arrived yet ?” Tyra asked in astonishment. “He has never been late in all these years !” she added. “Talk of the devil and here he comes,” Max chuckled and I was surprised by what I saw. Jesus H. Christ ! So this is Mr. Grayson ? I thought he was joking even till now. He is really a prof ?

Damon stated with a calm voice. “I believe Gray would be by the boss's side now, as he had called him several times while Gray was busy attending to some business matters.” Carl responded. “Let's just get this done and we'll be out of here.” Damon spoke calmly. “I'll definitely get what we want this time around.” Carl stated with a smile on his face. Gray and the man get to the hospital late. As they dispatch, Gray tells the other man to watch Luciana and the other guy intensively.