D Gray Man Allen Novels & Stories

Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

He could fake all the symptoms he wanted, but not when she was the one hovering over him. Footsteps sounded in the doorway. Allen stepped in with a small smile, his gaze flicking from Gray to Katelyn before landing on me. “How’s our patient?” he asked, moving closer to Gray’s bed. Gray grinned. “Surviving, though I keep getting stuck with the grumpy nurse over there.” Allen chuckled politely, exchanging a brief word with Katelyn about Gray’s recovery before making his way to my side. He leaned casually against the wall, but the next words were for me alone.

He's very tall, thin, old, and creepy-looking. The announcer looks at him with recognition and smiles as he approaches. “Ah, the man who likes to pay a lot for used-up things. It's good to see you here again,” The announcer said in a slow, creepy tone. The announcer stretches his hand out as Grayson approaches. As much as he didn't want to, he reached forward and shook the man's hand. Grayson is surprised at how firm his grip is. It wasn't weak like his frail body appeared to be.

she begged helplessly. “Fine...” Allen immediately came forward towards his father and wore a faint smile. “Hello, Sir, I'm Allen Cage...” He added and gazed at the man intently stretching out his hand for a shake. “You got green eyes too...” Was the man’s short reply as he stretched out his hand to take Allen's which was hanging in the air. “Yeah, unfortunately... I was really hoping that I didn't have it! It makes me sick!” Allen retorted with sarcasm as he gritted his teeth!

So, the Hansons didn't pay further attention to Evan's unwavering—bordering on impolite—stare. After all, even James, who was with Beverly, had only given Evan a glance and nothing else. "I didn't expect you to be the friend Tabby mentioned. You never accept invitations from female friends. Your wife…" Alexis, who was only a few years older than James, remarked. When he saw Evan's face darken, he immediately stopped, suddenly remembering the circumstances surrounding that topic. "I thought you'd stay hidden away forever. I'm glad you've finally moved on. "Let me introduce you. Everyone, this is Mr. Gray, the wealthiest man in Alterra. We've worked together on some business dealings abroad."

Lannie blinked and said innocently, recoiling in Daryl's arms, in fact, as if afraid he'd hand her over to Liam. Liam's expression turned more ugly. His brows drew together, his sharp eyes turning into dark slits. Served him right! Haley stifled a laugh, controlling herself from rolling over. Then out of nowhere, a middle-aged man rushed in their direction with his luggage. Mr. Gray's once gloomy face brightened up as he sighted Liam. He stopped in front of him, panting heavily. “Ah- Mr. Nash, thank goodness you're here!” Mr. Gray chuckled. “Unfortunately, I've lost my job. I was wondering if there's a vacancy in your-”

“Mr. Allen. He said he didn’t need to explain further. Just that you’d want to see him.” At that name, something flickered in Tristan’s expression. Just for a second. “Yeah,” Tristan said, standing from his seat. “Tell him I’ll be joining him soon.” Dante gave a quick nod and turned to leave but he didn’t get the chance. Because the door was already swinging open behind him. “Sorry to interrupt,” a new voice said. “Oh, are you all in a meeting?” Everyone turned. Allen stepped in, he was wearing an open-collar shirt, and that look of easy confidence only people with too much money and not enough shame could pull off. He smiled like he owned the room already.

Gray. "Ariana, he is Mr. Connell's grandson, Aiden Connell. Take him to sir. I will be going to finish some of my work and take care of his needs," Mr. Smith said. She camouflaged her expression and bowed her head with a professional smile, saying, "I will." Woah! She could be an incredible actress, the way she is camouflaging her expression, it's spellbinding. "Mr. Connell, please come with me. Sir is waiting for you," Ms. Gray said.

Daniel watched silently, his hand on my shoulder, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I think they missed you too.” And in that moment, surrounded by fur and warmth and home, I felt safe for the first time in weeks. **** Gray was discharged three days after me. His injuries had been worse—so he was kept under constant observation. Daniel showed up at the hospital the day Gray got his release papers. “I thought you were joking,” Gray muttered when Daniel handed him the car keys. “I wasn’t,” Daniel said with a shrug. This is me keeping my word.”

Dylan revealed. Grayson’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who was he?” “He was known as Garry Hart—an illegitimate son of the prominent Harris family.” Grayson’s blood boiled like a hot pot. “Bring that man in front of me as soon as possible,” he ordered through gritted teeth.