D Gray Man The Millennium Earl Novels & Stories

So intimate…. Jeff Gray's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Inside, he immediately felt odd. It was not Mikael Emerson who was in that room. Ryan Dixon, you scoundrel, why do you have such a lackadaisical attitude? Jeff Gray's eyes flickered, but he maintained the appearance that he was uninterested. He made his way over to Chris Gordon and whispered something to him, something to the effect of, "Look, is that Ryan Dixon over there?"

Gray cursed in his heart, and Leon Redfield covered his mouth with his hand to hide his sinister grin. Arriving, the Ferrari parked in front of a large old European-style villa. Even though Gray Danvers was a neighbor, he never paid attention to this mansion, but it was recognized that it was very beautiful and highly aesthetic. Leon Redfield rang the bell twice, and there was an echo in the house: "Wait a minute" The large wooden door opened, wet blond hair flickered, and Gray Danvers rolled his eyes as he watched the person opening the door. Then she and the other blonde girl said in unison: "Is it you?" “Is it you?”

He let out a groan in frustration. "Captain?" One of the men asked. "Nothing Earl. Go about your duties. " He said. Earl was middle aged. Short and stocky. He hadn't been part of the crew long but he was a hard worker and quiet most of the time. He felt the door open behind him and he nearly fell back into Morgan. She placed her hands on his back to steady him. He gained his balance and he looked at her. She had a sweet silly smile on her face that could melt the heart of the coldest man.

He looked intently at me and I nodded and he gave me an angry stare. "I see. Anyway– that isn't important anymore, I am Aaron Gray, the CEO and owner of Gray's group of companies and hotel, and the only grandson of Mancini gray" I scoffed. What nonsense is he talking about now? The grandson of Mancini Gray. Gray's group of companies? That is literally one of the top companies in the country. Infact it's in top two. " You're joking right? You cannot fool me. Mancini Gray has no family, his grandson died many years ago in a fatal accident along with his parent" I said not believing everything I just heard and he shrugged.

Perhaps having a plan wasn’t so bad, after all. The guard looked unnerved. He glanced back into the shack and got some sort of affirmation because he raised the gate and waved Earl through. “You know where you’re going, then?” he asked. Earl looked at him haughtily. “I can follow the signs, young man. I’m not that old.” I snickered. Earl didn’t realize he barely looked thirty-five, thanks to his Lycan genes. The fact that he was alive when the Mexican-American war was fought was not evident in his looks.

"Ms. Danbury, the invitation is delivered. Please do us the honor of attending. Now, I must report back to my masters." Ever the loyal servant, even in defeat Earl maintained an air of professionalism as he crawled away with the pathetic dignity of a street beggar. "Thank you." Vivianne's face was flushed with embarrassment. When Earl was gone, Frederick turned his attention to Grace and Wade. Grace was terrified and stepped back. She whispered to Wade, "He's a dead man. Assaulting a Monroe? Yeah, his life is forfeit."

Severin turned around, looked at Earl who was not far away, and said, "Can I help you with something, Mister Earl? Are you going to offer me the hundred thousand dollars even after I get off the plane?" Earl's mouth twitched violently several times as he shot back, "Are you dreaming? You humiliated me in front of Miss Yolanda earlier and you still have the nerve to bring up the hundred thousand dollars?" Earl then sneered and said, "That said, I can give you a good beating and see if your medical skills are good enough for you to heal yourself! Haha!"

“Are you being serious right now… Why wouldn't I think that? I am not just some random guy… I am Ethan Gray. And you are not the first woman to try to play tricks on me. You wouldn't be the last either.” Ethan Gray? Cassandra's mind did a three sixty degree spin. The Ethan Gray? Her mouth fell wide open. Ethan Gray was literally a living legend. Third son of the Gray Dynasty. Richest man in all of California. Infamous for being a ruthless and cold business tycoon. Top one most handsome eligible bachelor in the country… Yeah, Nicole would often go on and on about this Ethan Gray. “You are Ethan Gray?” Ethan's face turned even more incredulous. He even let out a chuckle of sheer disbelief.

“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.

I felt hot tears brim in my eyes wondering what if I had been even a minute sooner. “Damon?” My father called before opening the door, I did not look at him. “My boy…” He sighed and hesitated before walking over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. “My son, I have discovered some information that I think you need to know.” I stared at my love, Sera, my mate as my father sat next to me. “Earl has been in contact with a Warlock, Glen.” I nodded, vaguely remembering the name from somewhere. “He is on his way here now, it seems that he may be able to help us in figuring out the enigma that is your lovely mate.”