D Gray Man Cross Marian Novels & Stories

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

“Your wife is alive. For now. Get ready to follow my instructions. And I won't repeat myself again. Stop trying to find us. You’re out of moves.” The feed cut to black. Grayson stood frozen, the image of Luna’s face seared into him. She was worth everything. The woman who crashed his wedding in a thrift-store dress. Who stood up to her abusive ex. Who trusted him when she had every reason not to. “Sarah,” he said, voice deadly calm. “What do we have?” She zoomed in on the frame. “Faint background noise—lapping water. Likely a marina. Shadows suggest a basement or lower level. And...” She pointed to the corner. “A logo. Crescent moon over a wave. Langley Maritime. Marina District.”

Xavier raised an eyebrow expectantly. Grayson nodded. "Yes, of course." He thought about it and sighed and then lowered his voice. "If you really must know, I met Ari through AmericanMate. It's a web site for modern mail-order brides." Xavier tilted his head to the side. "No wonder you're keeping it quiet." He took a sip of his coffee and then set it down. "But you got lucky with Ari. She seems like a wonderful lady." Grayson nodded, smiling. "She is."

Marcio kissed her on the forehead and then vanished silently into the shadows of the woods. A moment later, Dara and Genevieve emerged from the bar. Each had her arm linked around the arm of a burly biker. Both of the men were well over six feet tall, with thick, powerful bodies. Dara’s guy had a tangled brown beard and long hair held in place by a blue bandana. Genevieve’s was taller by two inches, with a shaved head and a dark, drooping mustache. Both wore jeans with thick silver chains dangling into the pockets and black leather jackets adorned with a picture of a wolf’s head on the chest. The back of each jacket bore a large round patch with a bigger wolf’s head and red letters reading “

"Why are you after a married woman? Besides, she’s too pretty." "Hmm." Gray crossed his arms. "Do you want ice cream or not? Let's go and get that ice cream."

“Girl, I knew he was too damn fine to be safe. But why didn’t you stop when you realized the files were... you know…illegal?” I shrugged. “Couldn’t back down, Daya. You know I hate quitting.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. “That stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day.” She leaned closer. “So you think Marco’s, like, from the… Maroon fam—” “Marano,” I corrected automatically. “Not Maroon. And yeah, obviously. Why else would he announce his last name like that? But I don’t get it—I just helped Xavier. It’s not like I’m walking around with the file in my pocket.”

Gage growled holding onto Jade. “As the two at the gate displayed, I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” Darius said. “She has respect here.” He half-smiled. “Jade we can stand out here all day if you want, but Maria is waiting for you in the house, I promise you are safe here, your friends will not be bothered here.” Jade released Gage’s hand. “I’ll be alright.” She said kissing him. “I’m not going to belong.”

After driving down few metres, he finally parked the car in front of a dilapidated building, and strolled inside the house, that looked like it had been standing since the early 1900's, he pushed open the dwarf gate, creaking as it went, on it another sign that clearly read, do not trespass, property of the federal government, yet he continued inside, passed the spacious cobwebbed lined parlour, and headed for the kitchen, he opened a cabinet, and removed the board, exposing the concrete wall, there was a round red switch fixed to the wall, and once he hit it, the other end of the kitchen wall gave way, revealing a collection of guns, knives, bullets, the works, everything he would need to t

The Broken Woman Elena "How do you know my name?" I asked, taking a step back from the car. My grip tightened on my suitcase handle, every muscle in my body tense and ready to run. Marcus Stone or the man who claimed to be Marcus Stone smiled gently, keeping his hands visible on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm Damien Cross, actually. I own Cross Industries."

"Find something else? And leave me? Where exactly do you think you'd go?" Before I could answer, a smooth voice interrupted. "What a coincidence, Mr. Cross, Mr. Gray." The man approaching was impeccably dressed. He greeted us politely while his eyes stayed fixed on me. It was Marcus. I set down my cutlery. "Mr. Morgan, good to see you." "Likewise. It's only been a few days." He smiled. "Mind if I sit?" Since we were still working on the project handover, I nodded. Damien had not moved his knife and fork in minutes.