D Gray-man Novels & Stories

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

He took one more look at the man who had keeled over near the bow, curling into a foetal position and giggling manically, his gaze following something far away, or perhaps nearer than all of them hoped. "The game is done! He's won! He's won!" The words tumbled out without a pause as he pointed with a shaking finger. "A speck, a mist, a shape...it's gettin' closer, by God! No...no...God ain't here, only us...only that." Tears rolled from his eyes, thick and black, overtaking the whites of his eyes until they too, were coloured ebony. His sobs were choked and all energy seemed to have been pulled from him and he did little more than swat at the hands that hauled him to his feet and over to the

“That’s just what I was about to do. Have a good night.” Gray nods, and the guy retreats quickly, heading away from the bar in the direction of the town. Once he’s out of eyesight, Gray turns back to me, rubbing the back of his neck and shaking his head. “That guy’s a menace,” he mumbles. “Yeah, well I can take care of myself,” I snap, annoyed at this little knight in shining armor act that Gray’s trying to pull off. “I had it handled.”

His manhood twitched in his pants and he shifted to accommodate his best asset. "Maya Dupree" she spat out with clenched teeth, when she saw the smirk on Mr. Dawson's face she knew her irritation was making him happy so she placed a sickingly sweet smile on her face - not before noticing his forehead crease and his eyes grow dark at the sound of her name. Shaking the need to understand his reaction she read from the paper currently suffering creased edges from her nervous hands.

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..."

"You are very welcome 'he said and retrieved my fallen suitcase. I had forgotten about the number, taken up with the model like figure before me. "Oh you don't mind me holding your bag no?"he asked,his accent carressing and I shook my head. "Im Christian Gray by the way."he extended his free hand. I laughed softly and raised my brow. Was this the Christian Gray was the man from the movie? He definitely looked the part. "I get that look all the time when people find out that's my name. I have never even seen the movie. I kid you not" he chuckled. He was so nice.

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."

"And you too, Gray, are you interested in young men? Don't forget that you're eight years older than him." Leon Redfield answered her questions calmly and accurately enough. Gray Danvers' real age is 25, while Chance Howard is only 17. It's like she's in love with young men. "Howard isn't what you think. He's just-" "Stop rambling on about that guy." Leon Redfield grabbed Gray Danvers's hands on either side of his head and gave her a strong grip, knocking her down onto the grass and covering her body with an evil grin: Why don't the two of us talk with body language?"

I opened the door. The photo hadn't done him any favors in either direction. He was tall in the way that actually registers, the kind of tall where you recalibrate the space around a person. Dark coat, no tie, a jaw that looked like it had been designed to make people feel vaguely outmatched. His eyes were gray. Not blue-gray or warm gray. Just gray, the color of sky before something serious happens in it. He looked at me the way people look at things they are trying to understand.

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.