Grey Man Novel Novels & Stories

“Wait a minute! They’re going to test her, I want to know the results!” While they were discussing, Grey was fading away. “Wait.. wait...I want to see what’s going to happen.” Grey said as he was fading. And then Grey wakes up from his dream. He was pretty tired from the trip to the mountains and somehow a dream showed about a person he didn’t know. “That was pretty weird, I need to get some milk,” Grey said as he went downstairs. End of Chapter 58

Nina Morrison suddenly feels her breathing is a little rough and her chest is a little stuffy. It turns out Lucien Gray went out in the midnight yesterday to meet the woman... Indeed, his woman is innumerable. And she, Nina Morrison, is just the latest prey. For Lucien Gray, she is just fresh for the time being. Her shelf life is never more than other women! Nina Morrison shakes her head with a self-deprecating laugh. That is good. It is just a trade. When dad's body is recovered, everybody walks each way. Good. It is really good.

“You’re ruining marinara for me forever.” I could have told her the truth: Grayson doesn’t kill for kicks the way Caisen sometimes does, like violence is a language he enjoys speaking. Grayson’s a math problem with a pulse. If he draws blood, it’s because he’s already calculated three futures where mercy costs more. He’s not kind; he’s efficient. The city calls it monstrous because it keeps them safer than admitting they need him. But saying that out loud would be admitting I knew the temperature of his thoughts. So I exhaled through a smile. “People love ghost stories. Makes them feel important.”

“Wha… How do you remember her? It’s been over twenty years, hasn’t it? And please don’t tell me it is because you have a good memory.” Daniel drops the photo and looks up. “It is not something I am proud of but let me tell you a story.” Grey leans back, having all the time in the world to come to the end of the case that has been puzzling him for almost a full month now. Just to find the person who murdered a man, he is going to so much lengths, into the stories of others that is probably all just connected and weaved together like an African mat.

Probably, after assuming he’s involved with the underground, maybe a mobster or a mafia leader. But what I see are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining each wall filled with various books. In the middle of the room is a large mahogany table. I wonder how many fingers got cut off on top of that. “Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong, Miss Atwood.” Huh? Does he know who I am? The man’s deep voice knocks me out of my head. I’m out of my league here but I need to do what needs to be done.

'They're a family of commoners but the empire could have provided them better not like this’ Looking at the notebook, Grey was now folding the colored paper and continuing what they were doing earlier before 'If I was born like them, a commoner, would I still have a family I can call my home? He thought with the sudden unconscious sad smile lifting his lips upwards. While portraying such a sad pair of eyes looking and caressing the notebook that Grey had handed him. Upon opening it carefully, Grey looked at Lucius who was quiet as he opened his notebook only to beamed at Lucius as he looked how seriously Lucius focused his eyes on it The first page was Grey’s introduction to himself. He made

"He's been humming to us. He said he knows the lullaby too. He said Maya taught him." Elara made a small sound and stepped back. Her mark was now burning white, not flickering. From the cellar darkness, a man stepped out. He was not The First. Not the mountain-shouldered shape from the crater. He was... normal. Too normal. Light brown hair. Kind face. Human-looking. Wearing a faded PackHouse sweater that was too small for him. But his eyes were grey. Completely grey. No white, no black. Just storm cloud grey. And on his neck, a mark like mine, but old, scarred over, like it had been burned and healed a hundred times.

Grey is using her aura to make his wounds heal. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

He lowered his hand over the other hole and let his blood drip into it. All was deathly silent and soon we could hear stones breaking behind us. We all turned to look behind us and the stones behind us gave away and soon the cavern was filled again with a blue light. Could it be? Grey walked up to the crumbling wall and pulled the debris away. I saw his eyes light up in joy. "This is it." He brought out a book and the light from it was almost blinding and then it slowly died away. "This is the codex." My eyes were bright and I felt like crying. I was so happy and so was Grey. I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it.