D Gray Man Allen Novels & Stories

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

Something was up. So we quickly proceeded downstairs. Mom, Josy, and Clara were seated, facing this person as we arrived. The tension in the room was high. "Mom?" I called out. Yet, before she could respond, the man stood up and walked toward me. "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, Allison Gray." The power laced in his voice was proof this was no ordinary man standing in front of me. With outstretched hands, he displayed a smile on his well-carved face. Even for a man his age, his features were still sharp. He was dressed in a black tux, his hairline perfectly combed back.

"Still here?" Allen settled on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. "Yes, sir. He hasn't left and is still standing in the rain," the butler replied. Allen's brows knitted together. Placing the glass down, he strode toward the front door. Under the pitch-black sky, Allen stood with a black umbrella in hand, his gaze cold as it landed on Grayson. "Mr. Bryce, you must have plenty of free time," Allen remarked, his tone sharp.

I almost lost my life the second time and I'm still in shock. Gray sighs tiredly and run his hands down his face. He looks exhausted. I toss his jacket on the couch as Manny climb down the stairs. "Who told him ?" He asks looking at every single men around the room. Manny , Nick , Carl and I don't remember the rest five. They are all in either white dress shirt or black suits. It's weird they work under Gray. Their faces lacks smiling. Reid stand at a corner smoking his cancer stick. He has a bad vibe and too evil.

“He was in a trailer far out in the woods. No one else in the world knew about it but me. That’s why they needed me. Don’t you see?” Gray looks stricken, grips my hand. “It’s okay, Annie.” “Alan Parker must have arranged for his body to be removed,” I say. I realize then, because of the sad, frightened look on Gray’s face, that everything I’m saying sounds like the ravings of a madwoman. “You don’t believe me,” I say, feeling the crushing weight of despair. He puts his hand on my hair and rubs the back of my neck, brings his face close to mine. I wrap my arms around the wide expanse of his shoulders.

A light sigh escaped Kayode's lips before he too disappeared through another door. Daniel was about to sleep away his sorrows on his rickety bed when he heard a disturbing knock on the door. He grunted,moving lazily from the comfort of his bed to the door. "You bastard..." Daniel growled as the door opened revealing a richly dressed Gray with a devilish gaze and a plaster on his nose. "How did you find me and what the fuck are you doing here?. "I'm Gray Robertson." He smirked. "It didn't take me long to find out where you live."

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"

"Ms. Granger, your purchase of our staged death service is successful. When the time comes, we will erase your identity and arrange a death that meets your expectations so that you can leave without worries," the staff member on the other end of the phone said politely. I responded with a flat hum. "Set it for three days from now. I need time to pack my things." After hanging up, I dragged my aching body back toward the hospital room. I had barely reached the door when I ran into my husband, James Lambert. The moment he saw me, concern flooded his face as he hurried over.

Danny comforted Aliana in his phone, saying that it was okay about their grandfather, but his gaze occasionally shifted toward Allen. A glimmer of crystal light flashed in his eyes as he clenched his teeth. The old man was always causing trouble.