D Gray Man 소설 & 이야기

"What’s your name?" "Call me Gray," the man said, his expression unwavering. "Alright, Gray," Ace said, his voice hardening. "If you’re lying to me, if this is some kind of trick, I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?" Gray nodded, not flinching. "I understand. But I’m not here to play games. I’m here to help." Ace stared at him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Fine. We’ll work together for now. But make no mistake—I’m watching you."

Their legs trembled and some wiped their tears, sadly making their way to the elevator. “Hello, I’m Adam, personal assistant to the CEO.” “We’re FBI agents, Bree Boston, my assistant, Giana Lee.” Giana slightly bowed. “I’ll inform the CEO of your arrival.” “Thank you.” They both watched as Adam made his way to the door. After knocking for a while and receiving no response, he simply opened the door and walked in. After a while, he made his way outside, his expression unreadable. “I’m… I’m afraid the CEO is busy.”

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

Lannie blinked and said innocently, recoiling in Daryl's arms, in fact, as if afraid he'd hand her over to Liam. Liam's expression turned more ugly. His brows drew together, his sharp eyes turning into dark slits. Served him right! Haley stifled a laugh, controlling herself from rolling over. Then out of nowhere, a middle-aged man rushed in their direction with his luggage. Mr. Gray's once gloomy face brightened up as he sighted Liam. He stopped in front of him, panting heavily. “Ah- Mr. Nash, thank goodness you're here!” Mr. Gray chuckled. “Unfortunately, I've lost my job. I was wondering if there's a vacancy in your-”

(Come in. The man opened the door and gestured for me to enter,but I didn't move, I didn't even flinch. The man came behind me ,put his hand on my back and I have to say slowly nudged me into the room. Once inside I didn't really know how to react at what was in front of me. It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV.

Maybe if she looked at it hard enough, she could decode the meaning of Damian's gesture. Dr. Gray shook his head and looked at his phone. He was expecting Damian to apologize but he had known him long enough to make that his least expectation from Damian. He was thick headed and hard hearted and it would take so much to change that about him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.