Innocence D Gray Man Novels & Stories

He ignored those greetings and focused on the sole aim, getting those involved in his wife's death. “So this is him?” Calven took a seat on his black coated throne like the king he is, gazed upon the man and sneered in his mind. This man here obviously is not capable enough in carrying such dubious act. “Mr. Gray ” Nelson teased while washing off the blood stain on his arms. Nelson Gridger, twenty seven in age who had wormed for him in the past four years. He understood his manner and styles that greeting him wasn't necessary. He proceeded with cleaning the water off his hands and then, took the next target's file with on finger.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

Her boyfriend was trying to say encouraging words to her whilst also dispensing threatening words to people coming a little too close. Suddenly, a growing spot of dark red saturated the side of a grey sweatshirt, very visible in the wave of grey material around her yet no one seemed to notice what happened. She didn't know the person and couldn't see his face that was no doubt in pain. Daisy tore her eyes from the blood, mouth parted open in shock and hands pained and shaking. She made eye contact with an inmate wearing identical clothes but with a dirtied jagged knife in his grip. He didn't look away from her but instead his stare intensified, as if he had intended for her to see.

She thought she was at the motel Cynthia booked for her so immediately she open the door to come down instead she came out to a dirty abandoned warehouse. “Sir what are……. The man on black hoodie showed Grace a gun who immediately kept quiet. “Please don’t kill me” Grace said tearing up. “Except if you don’t scream, I was asked to kill you but I will let you go if you let me have a way with your beautiful body.” The man said for Grace to frown. “Kill me?” She asked tearing up. “You know already who wants you dead, just let me taste, I will let you go” he said for Grace to start crying.

Gray asked me to bring him to a motel and not in the hospital. His arm was wrapped in my shoulder for support while we were walking to the front desk of the motel. I was holding him by the waist. He was wearing a black jacket to hide his injury. “My father will kill me if he learned about this,” he whispered. Gray's father is the governor of a nearby province. But Gray was his illegitimate child. Gray told me that his father was only forced to accept him as his son when it was proven through the DNA test that Gray was really his child.

" He coos as he pulls her to his chest. He took a glance at the boys and see they were walking away. This must have been a warning. "Is everyone okay?! Oh my goodness , call the police !" A man calls out as he peaks his head from the counter. Lia was a shaking mess as she saw dead bodies on the ground . Ace shielded her from it and took her hand. "Don't look . Let's get out of here." Ace swiftly picked her up and took her to his car. This time she was sitting in his lap. He needed her to be far away because he wasn't gonna forgive this.

Narrowing my eyes, I sauntered in that direction, my perfectly manicured nails pushing the door further open. “Cole?” It was quiet outside. And there was something else in the air I couldn’t place my hands on. Something thick. And raw. “Cole, is that you?” I walked farther away from the door, towards the swing set Lizzie had never brought herself to throw out. There was someone sitting on it, smoke billowing from his front, and strands of hair grazing the neckline of his shirt. “Cole?” The swing stopped moving, and the figure got to his feet, taller than I remembered. He turned around slowly. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the ash dropping to the ground. He didn’t smile. I couldn’t

Twenty-One: The Savior’s Lie Zacian POV The observation room hummed with the low buzz of monitors, but my focus locked on the one-way glass. Cecilia slumped in that godforsaken chair, her body a map of fresh torment. Phase two had just ended, but the echoes of it still vibrated in the air. I watched the replay in my mind, matching the memory to the visual of her battered form. I remembered the way Marco had snapped those black clamps onto her ribs, the cruel precision of it.

"Mr Grayson. You are the husband of the defendant, are you not?" "Yes." "You have been married for how long?" "Two years." The prosecutor leaned closer. "And during those two years, have you witnessed your husband commit acts of violence?" Lennon was quiet for a moment. "Yes." "Can you describe those acts?" Lennon took a breath. "Damien has killed people but he killed them to protect others. He killed them to stop criminals, he killed them to save innocent lives." The prosecutor held up a document. "This is a statement from a witness. It says that Damien Grayson killed a man in cold blood. A man who was unarmed and surrendering."

, he said too calmly. He went over to one of the room sockets and pulled out the head of a charger that was plugged in there. I had not noticed it when I first came in because it was not significant, and I did not expect that Alexander would hide cameras just so he could blackmail me. He clicked something on the head of the charger, and I started to hear my pleas and moans. I could hear myself begging, and Alexander grunting. I could hear the sound of him clapping inside of me. This was going to break Ryan. What was I thinking when I accepted this horrible deal?