Dr Gray Man Novels & Stories

I almost lost my life the second time and I'm still in shock. Gray sighs tiredly and run his hands down his face. He looks exhausted. I toss his jacket on the couch as Manny climb down the stairs. "Who told him ?" He asks looking at every single men around the room. Manny , Nick , Carl and I don't remember the rest five. They are all in either white dress shirt or black suits. It's weird they work under Gray. Their faces lacks smiling. Reid stand at a corner smoking his cancer stick. He has a bad vibe and too evil.

“Oh, you’re joking, right?” Damian said, “We did mention he owns a company, right?” I frowned and said, “You three so owe me.” We all walked out the front door and Drake said, “Bye sweet stuff. Love you.” He shut the door before we could say anything back. Someone stepped out of the limo, and they were like 6'5. When we got over there, I realized it was Grey. He looked way better in person, and he towered over my 5'6 body.

The man in gray—his lips parted, just about to declare it— “Sold.” But the word never came. Because the air changed. A ripple of something cold and powerful cut through the hall, sharp as steel and just as silent. The tension turned thick. Then—he walked in. Alactor Merikh Drystan. Clothed in black from collar to boot. No shimmer, no gloss—just clean, dark fabric that hugged his tall muscled frame like it was made for his rage. The kind of black that didn’t reflect light. It consumed it.

His men had surely done a number on him. "W...who are you? W...why am I here?" The man asked shakily. Draken tilted his head as he gazed at the man who was a f*cking millionaire and thinks he could do anything to anyone and no one can put his hands on him. "I'm a Grim Reaper. You are here to die," Draken said icily. His dark eyes were shining with a murderous glint. "W..why are you killing me?" The man was full-on trembling. Why wouldn't he? There was torture equipment all around him and six men standing around the room like angels of death in black. His petrified state was understandable.

Gray was at the wheel. "Are you ready?" he asked her. "No." Dr. Gray exhaled. "Damian really has changed. For the better you know. He has been coming to therapy with me." "Can we just go?" Dr. Gray revved the engine and soon, they were on the road. Each mile they covered filled her with anxiety. She was nervous and unsure of her decision. They soon got to his place and the guards opened up. Gray drove into the compound and they were very surprised to see her. They had thought she died.

she said, clearly excited. I was glad she was taking this break. It had been a long week for all of us. Grace worked in the procurement department, and I knew for a fact that I had placed a large number of orders that week to keep the mall project moving forward. "Coffee is life. Give me some, please," I said as I sat across from her, already reaching for a mug. The first sip is always heaven. "So what's on the itinerary?" she asked. "Just follow my lead," I replied with a small smile.

I was sure there was a wide grin on my face. “What are you thinking about?” Speak of the devil. Gray was watching me with arms crossed over his chest at the doorway. I didn't realise he was there. He is wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, and his hair is damp, seemingly showered before I woke up. It was too early for me to start drooling over the man. Damn it! I covered my whole form with his sheets. I probably looked like a raccoon While he stood there looking so gorgeous and delicious.

LORA So here's the thing about flying cross-country with a distinguished and famous elderly doctor who smells like expensive cologne and medical antiseptic - it's awkward as hell, especially when you're pretty sure he has some level of power over medical decisions. Dr. Gray looked like he belonged in some fancy medical drama, all silver hair and kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, but I knew he wasn't just any doctor. This was Erin's personal physician, the one who handled "sensitive matters" for the werewolf royal family. Which apparently now includes my son

Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

Dolly waved away the bartender who brought her over a slider full of potent-looking shots, all varying shades of dark beige to mahogany before continuing. "And ever since then, Atlas Grayson is certified single. He'll fuck a woman, and he'll fuck her good, but he doesn't really put his heart in it from what I understand. Which isn't a problem because most of them only want him to put his dick in it, and that's enough. Don't get me wrong, he's broken a few girls' hearts when they thought they could seduce him into love, but he's never played anyone. That's what I hear anyway."