D Gray Man Novels & Stories

I was sure there was a wide grin on my face. “What are you thinking about?” Speak of the devil. Gray was watching me with arms crossed over his chest at the doorway. I didn't realise he was there. He is wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, and his hair is damp, seemingly showered before I woke up. It was too early for me to start drooling over the man. Damn it! I covered my whole form with his sheets. I probably looked like a raccoon While he stood there looking so gorgeous and delicious.

My curiosity is piqued, and I cannot help but wonder who this man is and what he wants from us. "Jack.. It's good to see you again," the man said. "James," my dad responded, returning the handshake and a firm pat on the back. "This is my daughter that I've mentioned to you about." My dad motioned for me to step closer, and I cautiously approached them. The man, James, gazed at me intently before turning back to my dad. "So, this is Abbie Gomez, huh? She looks so innocent, but they say the most innocent ones are the dangerous ones. Tell me, what can she do?"

When we are close enough Gray takes the man’s hand in a firm shake. “Ben stuck his neck out for you again, when are you going to let him go?” the man asks with a smirk. He turns to me, “Is she the girlfriend he was talking about?” Gray grimaces, “You guys had quite the chat.” The man shrugs, “You are an interesting topic, what can I say.” Gray makes a face, “Thank you, I owe you one.” “You owe me millions, but who is counting,” the man says before turning to me, “Nice to meet you, I’m Harold Gray’s former colleague.”

Regardless, nobody knew who this mysterious man was, and as a result, nobody had the courage to approach him. Meanwhile, Gray disregarded the attention he received. He has only one reason for showing himself to the public, and that's to find Mr. Emmanuel Red. "It's a good thing that I couldn't see Martin around. But where is Mr. Red?" Gray murmured while looking around. "Hello," two beautiful and hot women approached Gray. Gray flashed a charming smile as he raised his glass. "Evening, ladies," he greeted, his voice dripping with suave. He planted a gentle kiss on the back of their hands, causing them to giggle or nibble on their lower lips.

If Felix wanted his grand opening today, Huxley was determined to turn it into a shutdown. Just as Huxley ended his call to summon reinforcements, a sleek black Mercedes S500 pulled up. The rear door opened, and a sharply dressed young man with an air of authority stepped out. Huxley froze the moment he saw him, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. "Mr. Gray? W-What is he doing here?" Kurt Gray was a name known to everyone in Gray City—the undisputed ruler of the underground scene. Despite his youth, he not only maintained but expanded his father's empire after the old man's sudden death.

Dimitri straightened his shoulders and faced the entrance. Marcus Grey walked out. He was a tall man, early sixties, with the kind of build that had once been powerful and had settled into something more deliberate with age. His hair was silver and cut close, his jawline still sharp beneath it. He wore a dark federal uniform with the particular neatness of someone for whom appearance was a professional tool rather than a personal vanity. His eyes were the most notable thing about him. A deep steady brown that moved across a scene the way a camera moved, taking everything in with professional thoroughness and revealing nothing in return. He had the face of a man who had spent decades in rooms

Gray asked as they walked up to the house with Tommy's men behind him. "I need answers and then I'll teach him a lesson, make him suffer like he made Jasmine suffer," he replied before ringing the doorbell. After a few minutes, the door opened revealing a mid-height, dark skin man who reeked of alcohol. "Can I help you?" he asked, observing Tommy and his men. "Are you Lucifer Dankworth?" Gray asked while Tommy scanned the man from head to toe, Jasmine had his eyes which angered Tommy. "Who wants to know?" He asked, eyeing them suspiciously. "Mr.Dankworth, we are here to discuss your daughter, Jasmine, can we please come in?" Gray asked as Lucifer nodded before letting them in. On their way i

“That’s—” “Yes.” The older man’s voice remained calm, but something colder sat beneath it now. He lowered the photograph carefully, his eyes never leaving Emily’s frozen image. “Daniel Grayson’s daughter.” The room suddenly felt colder. The assistant hesitated before speaking again. “I thought the Grayson family disappeared after” “They didn’t disappear.” The interruption came sharp enough to silence the room instantly. The older man turned away from the monitor and walked toward a side table where a glass of untouched whiskey waited beside several old files.

Watching two men having sëx is good and I like it, but watching a man alone, lost in his own pleasure is a thousand times better and I can't just walk away when I get the chance to see it in person. Swallowing and feeling horrible, I put my hand on the door and very slowly I push on it, then I peek through the small strip. Gray is lying on his bed. His pants are down and his shirt is pulled up to his chest. I bite my bottom lip when I can see the aggressive way he’s jerking off. And then I pay more attention and I have to bite my lips to not make any noise because his dïck is huge. It’s so huge it doesn’t look real anymore. I know about dïcks quite a lot and I have never, ever seen one that

"Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Franklin." The man nodded slightly, his lips curling into a smile. "Your Highness." Then the screen went back and when it came back on, the same woman with long, brunette hair from the photograph appeared before the screen. But her photo didn't do her justice. "Hell, Miss Douglas," he began. "My name is Grayson. It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is mine," she said, her voice sweet and intelligent. He could tell by her mannerisms that she was a strong, but gentle woman.