D Gray Man Novels & Stories

He swallowed hard, gaze unfocused, as if he were staring through the room and into something I couldn’t see. “Don’t trust…” His breath caught. “The man in gray.” My stomach tightened. “Dad, what do you mean?” But he didn’t answer. His eyes rolled shut, and the monitors steadied again into their rhythmic pulse. I sat there, frozen, my heart pounding in my ears. The man in gray. It could mean anyone. A shadow in a hallway. A stranger. A memory. But my mind, without hesitation, went to Daniel. Daniel, with his charcoal-gray coat, the one he wore every time he walked into the hospital, as if the world couldn’t touch him.

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"

if right now she was even looking for a man to have in her life. “He’s trying his best,” she commented. “And presumably sleeping with your dolly boy in Thailand behind your back?” She suppressed her usually slow to rise temper and threw him her best Mona Lisa smile. A smile she had perfected long ago that said everything and nothing all at the same time. “‘Grip,’” she corrected with forced niceness. “He’s called a ‘dolly grip’.” “Really? Well, he’s also called a ‘junkie’.” “Gray once had a drug problem. He doesn’t anymore.”

His muscles bulging out of the grey short-sleeved shirt he wore. He sensed my presence as if by magic, his body stiffened and immediately turned, eyes jiggering around as if looking for someone. Finally, his gaze landed on me, his eyes widened a fraction. He looked as handsome as ever, his grey eyes matching perfectly with his grey shirt. This time his hair was cut a little lower than usual. Hm, who knew a taper fade would fit him so well. ''Sky?'' He crooked, his voice coming out only as a whisper. His voice. Its been a long time since I heard his voice. It sounded much more mature.

She has always been mine and mine alone. * * * I watch as Gray gets out of the car with a black duffel bag. He puts the bag on the ground and leans against the vehicle. I feel as though I have lost every ounce of moisture in my body. A heavy man emerges from the white van and walks slowly over to Gray. He wears a long black raincoat, which fans behind him in the wind. His head is enormous over wide shoulders. He looks the approximate size of a refrigerator.

Gray is a member of one of those two secret organizations. Upon hearing this, Damien looked at Evan with wide eyes. He hadn't expected Evan to read so deeply into a simple picture and a single witness' statement, let alone uncover this much information. He'd underestimated Evan, but it was already too late. "Professor Reed, would you mind verifying if this man is simply making things up…" Evan trailed off and cut Noah a meaningful look. Startled, Noah shook his head vehemently. Evan then glanced at Damien again. "Or if there's some truth to his words?"

Daniel watched silently, his hand on my shoulder, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I think they missed you too.” And in that moment, surrounded by fur and warmth and home, I felt safe for the first time in weeks. **** Gray was discharged three days after me. His injuries had been worse—so he was kept under constant observation. Daniel showed up at the hospital the day Gray got his release papers. “I thought you were joking,” Gray muttered when Daniel handed him the car keys. “I wasn’t,” Daniel said with a shrug. This is me keeping my word.”

Dylan revealed. Grayson’s grip on the phone tightened. “Who was he?” “He was known as Garry Hart—an illegitimate son of the prominent Harris family.” Grayson’s blood boiled like a hot pot. “Bring that man in front of me as soon as possible,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

Frederick’s sarcasm was evident, and it clearly irritated my father. “I’m serious, no kidding.” My dad’s tone remained disturbingly casual. “I mean, come on! You want me to take out your daughter’s husband, who’s in your pack, because you told me to, and now you’re acting like you wouldn’t hold that against me?” Frederick’s disbelief was clear. “So, my dad sets up her marriage and now expects her real partner to do the dirty work? Can you believe that?” “They’re not together, you know.” Frederick’s face shifted to shock, and I felt my own expression mirror his. “Gray signed his name under a different alias, thinking it’s his true identity. There’s no such person as Gray Manett, only Grayson

I disclosed and sighed. “A mole?” Gray asked with a shocked face. “Yes, but then the Mafia God found him and killed the officers, but that was already after the officer had leaked Doom business to his colleagues.” I replied and shook my head. Gray sighed deeply. I responded, telling Doom he lost a lot of business and went down; now he's in too much debt, although he looks strong, but what he needs now is money. “So we're giving it to him.” Gray spoke with a light smile on his face.