D Gray Man Novels & Stories

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."

Gray who is already determined look at his wife and said “ I’ll give her a try. Let’s see what she capable of. Besides I’ll monitor the company’s health. Mr. Gray an automobile engineer, who is an expert at making outstanding cars and vehicles trusted his daughter who studied Business and Economical management’s ability to improve his company’s health and stats. Charlotte finally knew that the handsome guy she admired at the mall earlier that day was Smith her personal chauffeur and bodyguard. Looking at him with uttermost surprise and shock stood and glared at Smith for few minutes before she turned and leave for the car. Smith who knew how surprised she was just walked right behind her til

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.

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?”

He ignored those greetings and focused on the sole aim, getting those involved in his wife's death. “So this is him?” Calven took a seat on his black coated throne like the king he is, gazed upon the man and sneered in his mind. This man here obviously is not capable enough in carrying such dubious act. “Mr. Gray ” Nelson teased while washing off the blood stain on his arms. Nelson Gridger, twenty seven in age who had wormed for him in the past four years. He understood his manner and styles that greeting him wasn't necessary. He proceeded with cleaning the water off his hands and then, took the next target's file with on finger.

“Oh, you’re joking, right?” Damian said, “We did mention he owns a company, right?” I frowned and said, “You three so owe me.” We all walked out the front door and Drake said, “Bye sweet stuff. Love you.” He shut the door before we could say anything back. Someone stepped out of the limo, and they were like 6'5. When we got over there, I realized it was Grey. He looked way better in person, and he towered over my 5'6 body.

- At the moment. - This is Yana, - removing the sound, Gray explained and returned to breakfast. “Her father…” A large piece of bacon and eggs fell out of his mouth into his hand, and he deftly sent them back. “One of the largest arms dealers in the country,” Gray continued champing as if nothing had happened. - In this city, she kind of represents his interests. Alyosha, whose manners, in fact, were also far from ideal, almost grimacing, looked at the frankly dirty motorcyclist and put his fork aside, also banging it on the table as a sign of loss of appetite.

He arched a brow, regarding me for a brief second before shifting his focus back to the document in his hands. “I’ve reviewed your portfolio, Miss Grant,” he said, his tone clipped and distant—just as it always was on television. “It’s a pity that a mind like yours has been sitting idle all these years.” His voice was as sharp as the reports of the stock market he so often discussed. Oscar Gray was all business—always. Unlike his wealthy counterparts, he had never been caught in a scandal, let alone linked to any romantic entanglements. It was as if emotions had no place in his world.

“Arthur, I was just...“ He trailed off at the sight of the petite, skinny lady. Gwen, Arthur's secretary. “I'm sorry, Sir. Do you need anything? Gwen asked with her head bowed. “I should be asking you that. Don't you think?“ Chad retorted, hinting at his frustration in his tone. He was having the worst time of his life. The last thing he needed was a skinny stalker. “I'm sorry, Sir.“ She bowed lower in apology. “It's just...“ “Just nothing! Get out of here, will you please?“ Chad thundered. Gwen scurried off, shutting the door behind her. Chad went back to rummaging another set of drawers. Minutes later, he was slumped on a leather, swivel chair. His search was hopeless. The location of the

And I had promised myself that I was never going to let him go. "This isn't the 16th century, Dad! I can't just marry a stranger because you and Mum arranged it! And Ryan's not 'a little boy'! He's a successful medical doctor, and he's wealthy!" I argued, my voice rising with each word. It was true that Ryan was wealthy, he was a cardiologist, who had his PhD degree at the age of thirty. He was currently working at the biggest hospital in the state, and was getting paid over three hundred thousand dollars per month. It was enough for me. He was the sweetest soul ever, and I was not sure that I would mind if he was earning less.