D Gray Man Novels & Stories

"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.

"You are very welcome 'he said and retrieved my fallen suitcase. I had forgotten about the number, taken up with the model like figure before me. "Oh you don't mind me holding your bag no?"he asked,his accent carressing and I shook my head. "Im Christian Gray by the way."he extended his free hand. I laughed softly and raised my brow. Was this the Christian Gray was the man from the movie? He definitely looked the part. "I get that look all the time when people find out that's my name. I have never even seen the movie. I kid you not" he chuckled. He was so nice.

DAMON “If anything,” the man called Grayson continued with his gloated talk despite the look of disbelief that rested on my face, “in whatever you do in this life, you must make sure you get laid as often as possible. Enjoy the touch of women as much as you can, my dear boy!” My back arched slightly as he slapped my shoulder, delight on his face. “Women are created for our pleasure.” As I watched his lips capture the morsel of food he brought to his mouth, the disgust within me appeared on my face.

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

I stood fixated as I waited to say hi. “How are you doing?” He said, looking right at Carmilia with a wide smile plastered on his face. Mr Gray, as I've come to know, seemed to me like some nerdy young man, considering the glasses he had on, his hair being styled in jelly coils and his choice of blazers. Also looked a feet shorter than me and snorted when he giggled. Carmilia certainly had a thing for weird people, but that wasn't my problem at this point. I stood for a moment watching them both exchange pleasantries as though they weren't a third party present. “Hello Gray!” I finally said, after getting tired of waiting for them to remember to acknowledge my presence.

“May, that’s your name, isn’t it? Do you even know who you’re talking to?” “Honey… what are you saying? I’m your wife…” May trembled as she met his chilling gaze. The boldness she had moments ago completely vanished without a trace. Two years of living in comfort had almost made her forget — even though Damien was her husband, he had once been her boss at Nyxeria. His infamous cruelty and twisted nature were known by everyone there. Damien gestured to the two maids nearby. “Drag her out and cripple her. This bitch is giving me a headache.”