Novel & Cerita D Gray Man

His world. Drayan — the dark-haired man with steel-gray eyes — lingered closest, watching me like he hadn’t decided whether to be curious or cruel. Kavin — silver hair sharp as ice — was colder, heavier, his scrutiny cutting. And Gaya — beautiful, silver-haired, smiling — was different. She didn’t look at me like prey. She looked at me like I mattered. Was his family obsessed with hair dyes and contacts? Or did they just like looking otherworldly?

His father. A newspaper rested in the older man’s hands, reading glasses perched on his nose. Eric froze, his smile fading for a moment before he forced a polite expression. "Good evening, Dad. You didn’t mention you were coming," he muttered. Troy hesitated but quickly followed Eric’s lead. "Good evening, sir," he said softly. The older man didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the newspaper. Eric could practically feel the chill in the air, and he mentally rolled his eyes. Ignored again. Typical.

He’s the type of man you don’t want to double-cross or mess with, yet he wears a calm exterior like a second skin. It’s pretty obvious he built his wealth from the ground to the point where he is at the moment. You could tell when you see a rich boy who got handed a silver platter and a man who worked for it. Dominique Gray is no rich boy, nor is he nice. He’s dangerous, he’s corny, and he’s manipulative.

It rang a few times, then the man he called answered. “I'm sorry, I'm still wo—working on—” “Fuck it. I want you to get me intel on a man named Blake Gray Everything there is to know about him that exists” “Yes—yes sir” “And if you mess up this time, aside from the fact that you would be hit with an unexpected stroke of bad luck, you will find that hacking with one third of the ligaments of your fingers gone is more difficult than it sounds” “Am I understood?” Yes ******************

Nothing was adding up. I needed to stop trying to show myself and try acting pathetic,I need him to notice me but for now,I need to talk to that old man. I couldn’t wait for the phone to stop ringing. The person at the other end of the phone picked “Hello.” He said with his deep devilishly voice. “I need your assistance,Gray is becoming more difficult.” “Ok kid,what is the problem?” “I lied about us being cool,because I thought he was going to come around some day,I thought he was only mad at me for going to the media first before coming to him. But it more deep than that, he might be seeing someone or he probably know about my plans.”

Darius said opening the door. Gage didn’t want to go into this house, he knew he was going to have issues once the door closed. He didn’t want to see any one of the faces beyond the door, but he also didn’t want to lose Jade. He looked down at Jade, she was pale. Her heart was slowing down, he didn’t like the sound, he was scared. The wounds on her shoulders were green and oozing, and they didn’t look too good. “Doc we’re here,” Darius called.

"I appreciate your help." As we walked towards his car, I couldn't help but wonder who this man really was. He seemed familiar as if I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't place where. Once we were inside the car, I finally mustered the courage to ask, "By the way, I didn't catch your name." He glanced at me and replied, "My name is Gray. Gary Dyess." Gary Dyess. The name rang a bell, but I still couldn't figure out where I had heard it before. Nonetheless, I appreciated his introduction and decided to focus on getting to my destination without any further distractions.

He searched: *Damien Grayson*, *Roman Grayson*, *Grayson family*. The results were thin, close to nothing. Public records showed Damien as a tenured professor—serious, composed, sleeves always rolled down to hide his tattoos. Roman was a literal ghost: no social media, no public profiles. A few old articles mentioned *Grayson Enterprises* in passing—real estate, private security, vague holdings—but nothing concrete, nothing he could tie directly to Damien’s family. It was like they barely existed. Nothing about the mafia. Nothing about the tattoos or the blood. Just shadows.

'I want to have her, Delilah,' Daniel whispered in his heart. GREY'S APARTMENT Grey has just returned from dropping off his boss James Harristian at his luxurious Penthouse. He opened his shirt and took it off before placing it in a basket filled with dirty clothes. Still undressed, Grey sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair a few times. His elbows then pressed against the tips of his knees and his eyes fell on the carpeted floor. Grey has been alone for a long time. Too long, though. Since he became a member of Daga Nero, Grey had less time to date, especially when he was James' assistant. James had even offered some pretty women to choose from in Dubrich, but Grey alwa

said Grayson. “Sometimes that’s just what people need. An escape. Did you ever have a threesome with that arsonist and yoga instructor?” asked Amber. She took another sip of her sparkling cider. Leo chuckled. “I can answer that. G-Man has never had a threesome. He’s rather vanilla.” Grayson huffed, “I don’t fucking tell you everything Leo. And it’s none of your fucking business.” “That’s a no then. Would you ever have a threesome Grayson?” pressed Amber, “two girls perhaps? Do those girls on screen turn you on?”