D Gray-man の小説・ストーリー

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.”

which scared the shit out of me, What is wrong with him isn't a businessman should be punctual on time, ufff he might be busy with his work, Yeah right he might be busy, I should wait a little more, if he doesn't show up then, I will be taking my leave 'Uncle Matt' would be waiting for me, Till then I make myself busy reading novels on my mobile, after quite a few minutes I heard a throat-clearing voice by my side, I look up from my phone to the owner of the voice, the First time I saw 'HIM'. Mr. Daniel Adam Grey, Handsome would be an understatement, he is gorgeous! He is what girls want, tall maybe be 6'4 He has mesmerizing gray eyes which had aura don't-mess-with-me, He had a sharp strai

Dorian grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the garden. This time, the guards didn’t stop us. We moved deeper into the garden. There were some guests gathered by the water fountain, all of them looking shocked and horrified. Gray collapsed on the ground, his face pale and ashen. His eyes were shut, a tight furrow between his brows, as though he was going through some unbearable pains. My knees almost gave in. How—How was this possible? My brother…My alpha brother was the strongest man on earth! What the fuck happened to him!

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.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

"Sir, I have Mr. Jackson with me.” Derreck nods his head and Jared steps to the side to let him in. Dylan clears his throat before speaking. “Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Gray.” Dylan was no longer fit like he was a year ago. He now had a beer belly, his golden skin was looking flush, and he had visible bags under his eyes. His greenish-grey eyes were dull and lifeless.

I had a flurry of questions, but the overwhelming nature of the situation prevented me from processing them. From a distance, I observed the men taking out a large machete, and the sight of the sharp blade sent shivers down my spine. The men then handed the machete to Dane, who raised it above his head in preparation for an impending execution. The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes.

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?”

He hasn't said anything since and as much as this thrills me, it also bothers me. We enter the elevator and I steal glances at him through the mirror, he keeps a straight face, I can't deny how hot and handsome he is, with his sharp jawline, his perfectly styled blonde hair and his alluring grey eyes. He catches me staring at him as our eyes meet in the mirror but I don't look away, instead stare right back at him and a smirk forms on my face. Guess who's bold baby! The elevator clicks and opens and he walks to an apartment and punches a code into the security system and the door opens.

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.