Grey Man Book 6 Novels & Stories

Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do?

She glanced at the stoplight, hoping it would turn green soon, but the corner of her eye caught someone standing at the end of the zebra crossing. June's heart skipped a beat as she slowly glanced at the person. He was a tall man and it seemed June had seen him before. June even recognized him. It's the man with the gray eyes. Today he wears a dark green hooded sweater combined with light blue denim pants and white sneakers. The man who June thought was a ghost smiled at June and waved. June widened her eyes. She didn’t know whether she had to be happy or afraid. At the same time, the green light flashed, June didn't think twice about stepping on the gas pedal.

Bartimaeus hummed and as he felt her disappear and cloaked himself and his charge in flames and transported them back to Hale Academy. \\ Humans could be so similar sometimes…\\ xXxXx (End of Chapter 6)

A ghost town filled with tons of memories that I had no urge to remember. Everything inside of me screamed to run. To getaway. Leave this life behind and never look back. Priamos was gone and clearly not coming back. Had left me in that hospital when he had promised to come back for me. Conan had vanished into thin air. Taken by malicious people for some unknown reason. More pain ripped at my heart and I clutched my chest. Felt the edges of my soul fracture and break.

Some of the books are written in languages I’ve never even seen before, and others are so old that I’m too afraid to touch them. I’m used to my own company, so I don’t mind the countless hours by myself, but the perpetual darkness is wearing me down. By the end of the sixth day, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and I miss Kane more and more every day. “Good morning, little miss,” Glenn says and puts the heavy drum of water next to the wash table.

As did imagining what the pack would've done to her. Agatha watched him with great suspicion. "If that's true... So what?" "I want to cash in the favor of sparing your worthless life and borrow that book." Back at the loft Allen and Ash sensed, each in their own way, that the battle was nearly lost. Allen's work reported that Rose's vitals and brain activity continued to falter as the man faded away. After pleading desperately Ash had gone alarmingly quiet. While the Alpha's hand clung to Rose's so tightly that knuckles had turned white the man's other hand was pressed anxiously. Allen suspected that the mark was fading away, too.

“Oh, shut the hell up, Aerah Celine! The moment you chose to side with the woman, I no longer considered you as my daughter! How could you betray your mother, huh?! You are just like your brother—” “And how can you call yourself our mother while doing all of these, huh? I can’t believe you, Mom. After all these years… after all of the things that I have done for our family…” I still could feel the metallic material that was pointed at my temple, but after hours of waiting and I finally got to hear Gray’s voice, waves of relief washed over my chest. We were still here yet I already felt like my problems were now resolved. There was no way this man would let us all die here now that he learned

I fear that my memories are beginning to come back to me and although it should be good news that finally I can now remember my people and no longer feel like an orphan but in this case I have a bad feeling that my memories coming back to me is more bad than good and it might cause great problems. Grey is now a completely different man that loves, cares and respects me greatly and although he is still very dangerous and feared by all because of him and his fathers insatiable thirst for control, he doesn’t bring those wicked behaviors around me and he also listens to all my requests and tries to fulfil them immediately they come out of my mouth.

A smile slowly spread across my face. The first person I thought of was Alannah. When I reached the basement of the back garden, the smell of blood hit me like a wave. My heart tightened instantly. "Alannah, what happened to you?!" I rushed inside. In the dim light, I saw a dark figure lying on the ground. My chest clenched.

“He’s your brother. I mean, I know you two aren’t close, but still… Guess there really is no honor among killers.” Six didn’t say anything, just kneeled back down and held out his hand toward me. “Give me your napkin.” My brow scrunched as I looked at him. Napkin? He reached out and dug into my jacket pocket, pulling a folded-up napkin I’d stuck in there days before. Whoops. I was shocked he even remembered it was there. Turning Mr. Dead’s head, Six used the napkin to wipe away as much blood as he could from behind the guy’s ear. It took a few passes to get the sticky, dried red to leave the skin, exposing two small dots.