D Gray Man Allen X Road Novels & Stories

" I said as I put my hand in the bag and intertwined the keys between my fingers. The first guy who did all the talking, made a gesture to the man behind him. He started walking towards me, when he got close enough I punched him in the face and pushed him back into the two guys trying to make my escape.All of the sudden I was being lifted up in the air and being put in the car.The entire time we were driving I was being held down by two men,but I never stopped moving or kicking even trying to bite. I couldn't exactly say how long the drive was,we came to a house with big black gates. As we drove in I wasn't paying attention to the house or anything. I was just looking at that gate closing an

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

With a cheer, Parker dashed into the living room, urging me to open the box. I patted his head and quickly began cutting the slices. But the moment the cake touched my tongue, my smile faltered. "Spit it out! You can't eat this!" In a panic, I grabbed the cake from Parker's hands. Beatrice's expression darkened instantly. "Cedric, have you lost your mind?" I lifted my gaze, the corners of my eyes slightly red. "Parker is allergic to mango. Don't you know this?" The moment the words left my mouth, Beatrice's expression tightened with panic. "I'm so sorry… I had no idea."

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

He looked at Dani and then Jade, both girls looked a little nervous. Garrett moved the car off the highway and went straight into the city. Jade looked through the lights a lot of people stood still. Dani moved closer to the front seat so she could see what everyone else was looking at. Garrett moved the car slowly through a green light and then took a turn to a dirt road off in a wooden area. Garrett took a deep breath before looking in Jade's direction, she stared at him. “Now Jade just stay close to me when we get here,” Garrett asked.

she stammered, on the verge of breaking down again. My heart twisted at the sight of her, but I forced myself to stay composed. “That depends,” I replied quietly. I didn’t know if I could protect her, or if she was safe from the dangers lurking in the shadows. She nodded, wiping away her tears, though her hands shook with every motion. There were so many questions swirling in my mind—Who was Xanthe? Why did she join the Camorra? Why did she lie to everyone, to me? But for now, those questions would have to wait.

Momma snorted, "Can you see Patty with a dollar hanging out of her mouth." "You put one of those men in some grey sweatpants and have them dance around like that Channing Tatum fella, and my jaw won't hold anything except for me upright as it will be on the floor." Ms.Patty fanned her face as she spoke. "Ms.Patty, what do you know about grey sweatpants?" I said with a huge grin on my face. "Child, I'm old, but I'm not dead." Brodie's rich laughter escaped, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time.

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?”

Mr Hart shouted, and disappeared into the corner and down the stairs. "Aye!" He equally screamed his reply. "That was quite intense." Adrian slumped into the bed to ease his jetting nerves, and before he could calm his pummelling chest, the alarm's scream made it beat even louder. "Shit! School!" *** The parking lot was packed tight, filled with cars, even those as old as the late nineties, and moving through those still made him feel a bit insecure, as he slowly pushed his, skimming through for a spot to chain his bike to.