D Gray Man Tyki Mikk Novels & Stories

He sensed that Levi was different somehow and that there was more to his story than he knew. “The real him? He’s detached and cold. He can come across as emotionless and he lies about almost everything. He’s introverted at times and probably the most intelligent person I’ve ever known,” she said and Malachi laughed. “He’ll fit right in,” Malachi said and Jessica laughed as they both looked at Kiran. “Nice, Dad.” “What work did he do?” Malachi asked as Kiran shook his head and smiled. “That would depend on what day of the week you asked him,” she said and Malachi frowned. “He was a hitman for the government.”

"I was eight when she came back. It felt like meeting a stranger. She claimed she'd given the baby up for adoption, and my father... he took her back like nothing had happened. He's a good man, and it makes him vulnerable." Damien's voice dropped to a whisper. "A week later, Philip Payne and his family were found shot dead in their Georgia apartment." I gasped. "Did she...?" I couldn't finish the question. "I don't know," Damien admitted, his unseeing eyes focused on some distant point. I'd always known Mrs. Grey was manipulative, but murder? Surely there had to be another explanation. "Is Danish Rob...?" I began, piecing it together. "Yes," Damien confirmed. "He's that child."

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

I shrugged. “You are really something, Diaz,” Dominic mused and shook his head in amusement while chuckling. “Why has Mr. Grayson not arrived yet ?” Tyra asked in astonishment. “He has never been late in all these years !” she added. “Talk of the devil and here he comes,” Max chuckled and I was surprised by what I saw. Jesus H. Christ ! So this is Mr. Grayson ? I thought he was joking even till now. He is really a prof ?

After finishing his act by telling me he'd see me tonight, Connor's job was done and he was gone. "Shut the door behind you, Miss Carson," Tyler got straight to the point. Instead of taking his usual position in his chair, the man was leaning against the front of his desk, his arms crossed and his expression as hard as ever. He certainly wasn't impressed, and that made me equal parts overjoyed and terrified. "What can I do for you, Mr Gray?" I stood my ground, keeping as much distance as possible without appearing timid. "It's less about what you can do for me, and more about what you're doing to me, Ally."

Gray is a member of one of those two secret organizations. Upon hearing this, Damien looked at Evan with wide eyes. He hadn't expected Evan to read so deeply into a simple picture and a single witness' statement, let alone uncover this much information. He'd underestimated Evan, but it was already too late. "Professor Reed, would you mind verifying if this man is simply making things up…" Evan trailed off and cut Noah a meaningful look. Startled, Noah shook his head vehemently. Evan then glanced at Damien again. "Or if there's some truth to his words?"

said Tyler. “I can’t believe this..” Luke said. He grabbed his head as he stared at Tyler. “It was you.” -- A gray-haired man, with wings as white as snow and glowing, was standing not far away from Luke. His eyes are light gray. It was holding a strange golden dagger and there was blood dripping from it. Luke also noticed the wound on its wrist.— “What help do you need?” Luke asked. “Tell me who Kyra is,” said Tyler. “Why are you asking about Kyra? What has she got to do with being...” said Luke.

It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV. "Come closer." He said.In my state of shock I did as he said. "Nicole Walker I presume." He knows my name. "Yes." My voice came out as a whisper. "My name is Alessandro Benavente. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially after it was brought to my attention that thinks to your intervention Im here ,alive." My brain was doing circles like hamster on a wheel. What was this, why did he bring me here. Was this his idea of "thank you for saveing my life"?.

If this is how Gray wants me to pay penance for my freakout yesterday, I guess I’ll grin and fucking bear it. We roll into the driveway of a little blue house and climb out of the Jeep, starting up the front walk. Snow crunches under my boots as I glance toward the house, the door swinging open before we’re even halfway up the walk. A big, surly looking fucker appears in the doorway- the one and only Daryl Miller. He doesn’t exactly have a reputation for being warm and fuzzy, so I’m not surprised when we’re greeted with a scowl. “Alpha Gray, Alpha Chase,” he barks, his eyes shifting between us as we approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I ask her. " I have my ways." She says and giggles. " This is awesome." Alexa says. Many people on black and blue suits come to talk and handshake Gray. These men are wild and dangerous without doubt. Their stares are dark and weird. I see Manny and Nick at a corner. They send us a smile and I smile back. How do people have fun in this type of ceremony? ~GRAY~ " So that's the girl everyone's talking about? You've got great taste." Ty says. He's Mexican and a dick.