Dgrayman Opening Novels & Stories

“Just one mistake and everything will go down, just one.” Roman stood his ground as the lead bulldozer’s blade stopped inches from his shins. The scent of diesel was choking him. In his mind, the Bond was screaming. It wasn't a message; it was a siren. Danger, pain, and cold. Elara! The buzzing sound of the drone made him look up; it was hovering overhead. His eyes glowed a fierce, golden yellow that the camera struggled to capture clearly . He knew she was watching. He could feel her gaze.

Me: I'll be waiting for you when you get home Me: Naked Gray: ...really?? Me: All I can think about is riding you. The sensation of you inside me. Gray: Holy shit, Bird Dog! I just spit my drink all over Topher. Me: Surprised? Gray: Hell yeah! Excited too! Me: See you tonight. Love you! Gray: Love you too

A quite familiar one. “Y-yes, b-boss.” Evil’s voice trembled. Gray heard footsteps slowly fading away. And it was then followed by Evil’s sniffling. “Man. Wake up, man,” he cried. “Man.” His sorrowful calling prompted Gray to open the door. It was on impulse. Her body moved before her brain could think. She didn’t even care to organize her thoughts. She had forgotten whatever she was doing. All the adrenaline, the pent-up anger---everything---forced her to act.

"Ah...it hurts...ahh..." Gray could only squeeze his shoulders, chest and auburn hair bouncing to the beat of his push. Then he lifted his hips high and pressed inside her as hard as he could. He pushed himself inside of her a few more times, then fell on the bed feeling guilty and spending it all. Gray Danvers took him in his arms and kissed him lightly on his sweaty face. One last day until Agasa returns... ___

I stammered, my guilty palpable. Gray's laughter, warm and light, echoed on the line. "No need to apologize. In fact, I owe you my gratitude. Your candid words brought to light Benefield's blurring of personal and professional boundaries, a serious violation of our company's principles." Curiosity tugged at me, and I couldn't help but ask, "But how did you, the Alpha of Blood Dawn, come to own a music company?" Gray's response was laced with a playful edge, "Much like how you're both the Luna of Golden Crest and the esteemed songwriter on Twitter-Theresa."

"I can feel it." I lie in the dark and think about Derek on the phone to Rhys saying I know and the flowers in the east light and Evan's clay dog in my bag. "Yes," I say. "He probably is." "Okay," Rhys says. "Okay?" "We are ready," he says simply. I close my eyes. The cello plays something new above us. We are ready.

He cut his dark eyes toward me, a slow, dangerous smirk stretching across his face as he took in the sight of my blood-stained shirt, my trembling hands, and the pure, suffocating fury radiating from my frame. "You know what, Dad?" Gray purred, his voice smooth, filling the quiet room like a death warrant. He tilted his head, his smirk widening into something deeply sinister as he gestured toward the open doorway where Ember had just fled. "I think this is the best decision right now. A nurse will not just get her to be fine again temporarily... but will also diagnose and confirm every single word I said in the dining room."

that morning. [Dear friends. It's been three years. How have you all been? I've been well, but I've felt a little lonely. I bought a Storm Series drone last year. Every day I flew it to faraway places, and with it, I got some exciting footage with each trip made. It made me feel like I was immersed in a city glowing with fireworks. I'm very grateful for its company. To me, my drone was not a cold machine, but an old friend. Now, my dear friend is going through a dark time because of some imperfections. I could not stay silent. I hope everyone will give it a chance to grow, just like the way you stayed by my side when I was growing up in the industry.]

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.

Maybe if she looked at it hard enough, she could decode the meaning of Damian's gesture. Dr. Gray shook his head and looked at his phone. He was expecting Damian to apologize but he had known him long enough to make that his least expectation from Damian. He was thick headed and hard hearted and it would take so much to change that about him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *