Novel & Cerita D Gray Man The Millennium Earl

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

I couldn’t let myself get eliminated—not before I had the chance to see Grandma. As I forced myself to eat a few more bites, the dining hall suddenly went quiet. A soldier in full armor strode in, his boots clicking loudly against the polished floors. My heart nearly stopped when I recognized him: Dorian. Gray’s most trusted man. The same Dorian who had been in Shadow Valley Pack and had released me after buying me from that awful underground auction house. I immediately ducked my head, my pulse racing. If anyone could recognize me, it would be him. But then I remembered my disguise. Even Gray hadn’t seen through it—Dorian wouldn’t either. Slowly, I raised my head again, yet careful not to m

However, he had never seen this person nor heard his father mention anything. “Greetings, I’m Dawn Daniels. I heard that you were an acquaintance of my father?” The elderly gentleman was silent for the longest time. Genetics did not lie. Dawn was a splitting image of his father in his youth except for his hair colour. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the mysterious gentleman smiled and motioned for Dawn to take a seat. “It was a relief to hear that you were still around. I couldn’t attend old Richard’s funeral because I was abroad, and the news reached me too late.”

Byron felt a shiver run down his spine. From the crowd emerged a distinguished middle-aged gentleman. He was wearing a top hat and holding a cane, and he walked over with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a suit, but wore a purple and gold dragon emblem around his waist and a yellow jacket over his outfit. His eyes were sharp and piercing, just like an eagle's. "Lord Thompson!" Byron gasped in shock. He had anticipated the Thompson family's spies, but hadn't expected the earl himself to show up personally.

Wealthy merchants, minor nobles from the outer territories, perhaps even a few faces he vaguely recognized from court functions. The kind of men who smiled in the palace and did business in the dark. "Gentlemen!" A voice boomed across the chamber—the man called Grayson, presumably. He was tall and well-dressed, his clothes marking him as someone who profited handsomely from his trade. His smile was wide and empty of anything resembling humanity. "Thank you for your patience. I know you're eager to see tonight's *special* offering, but first, we have several quality items to move."

said Lord Henry languidly. "Mr. Dorian Gray? Who is he?" asked Lord Fermor, knitting his bushy white eyebrows. "That is what I have come to learn, Uncle George. Or rather, I know who he is. He is the last Lord Kelso's grandson. His mother was a Devereux, Lady Margaret Devereux. I want you to tell me about his mother. What was she like? Whom did she marry? You have known nearly everybody in your time, so you might have known her. I am very much interested in Mr. Gray at present. I have only just met him."

She found him in the war chamber exactly where she'd left him, hunched over Elias's hand-drawn sketch of the bridge crossing, Marcus and Odessa beside him, all three too absorbed in planning to notice her entrance until she was already across the room. "I need everyone to listen to me carefully," Everly said, breathless. "My father just described the person who visited him nineteen years ago, the one who convinced him to hide me. Tall. Deliberate. Patient in a way that made a room feel colder just from standing still." Grayson's expression sharpened instantly. "That sounds like—" "Elias," Everly finished. "It sounds exactly like Elias." The chamber went silent, the weight of the accusation s

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

He watched the Earl clutching his chair tightly with his black gloves while shifting around it to the second door of the room, directly behind the Earl's seat. Rays of the setting sun fell through the clouds and on his features. The rain had stopped. Under the bright rays the Earl's white and fair skin shined, matching the snowy hair. A straight nose sat over slim lips, which he had pressed together further in discomfort. His sharp jar spoke of stubbornness and had a little scar under it. Watching him in the fading light, some would think of this scar as his only token of humanity. He could have been an immortal otherwise. Pained, but nonetheless handsome like a god.

It’s ten minutes before midnight and I was on my way to grab a midnight snack when I heard gossip at the nurse station. “Hey, have you heard that the billionaire’s daughter-in-law just recently gave birth?” “What’s the name of the billionaire?” The other nurse nudged her, both of them are new to my eyes. Probably a nurse that just recently passed their internship I guess. “Damon Gray. His name is so hot and you know what, he’s a total DILF!” They chucked and I sat on the row of metal chairs in front of them, pretending that I was listening to music but in fact, I didn’t even install it to my phone.