Innocence D Gray Man Novels & Stories

"No more investigation, no more questions, no more looking over his shoulder or worrying about law enforcement closing in. As far as the world is concerned, as far as official records will show, Evan Grayson committed suicide out of guilt and shame, overwhelmed by his crimes and unable to face the consequences." My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration startling in the morgue's oppressive quiet, seeming impossibly loud in the silence of death that surrounded us. I pulled it out with trembling fingers to see a message from an unknown number, and my blood turned to ice as I read the words displayed on the screen.

He needed something to cover his face with, he only wanted to take everything from Leo to punish him for killing his sister. He had more than enough money from his human trafficking but the business was becoming more dangerous by the day. A bitter smile crept across his lips. He knew Gray was trying to outplay him and outsmart him, he was trying to make him confess to shit by himself . Has he been recording? He thought to himself. “What do you have on you?” Old man asked glancing at Gray body. “What do you mean? Don’t you think your boys are taking forever to get here with my son?” Gray replied.

"No! I have to go now! My son needs me!" David Gray had risen from the chair. With his hands still in handcuffs. The man tries to escape from the police station.The man had to meet with Andrew and make sure of everything. There's no way Andrew actually killed himself after all that had happened. However, before the man stepped foot out of the police station, David Gray had fallen unconscious easily. The man had actually fallen unconscious due to his extremely weak body. And his desire to see Andrew was only a temporary wish.

He stared at me in part confusion and part disbelief and was about to say something when someone crashed into the tent, barely missing me. Swiftly, he moved me out of the way and delivered a kick to the man. Staggering back, he faced Gray again but he was obviously no match for Gray. Before it could fully register in my brain, Gray drugged his claws into the man's chest and pulled out his heart. “Stay here, I need to go out there.” Trying not to think about the wide eyed dead man staring at me, nodded my head with a smile. I watched him rush out of the tent without sparing me another glass.

But unlike when Vic died first, Martin was at peace. Ringing. Martin’s phone rang. He looked at his phone and saw Gray’s name on the screen. Before picking it up, he took a deep breath. “Why the sudden call?” he asked. “I am going somewhere far away,” Gray said. “Let’s meet before that.” ** ** ** In a park, Martin ran into Gray. Martin noticed Gray didn’t seem to be doing too well. He looked pale and had some serious dark circles under his eyes. Even after two years, it was clear how much Gray had struggled since Vic disappeared.

I step in to see Sinclair and my father. I shut the door behind me and slump down on the sofa inside his office. After Gray fucked Sinclair up , he became an ally to my dad. Nobody loves going broke after being powerful. Gray is such a dick. Fucked him up and ran away. Later find out he stayed underground for almost a year. You know the worst part about this story , dude took that step when he was eighteen. Killed a Columbian drug dealer when he was eighteen. Later on we found out his father was dead. He was shot and till date no one knows who killed him. Sinclair still suspects Gray as his father's murderer. I bring out a packet of cigarette and slip a stick inside my mouth. " We heard abou

I was engrossed I n m y thoughts when suddenly I felt him holding m y shoulder very lightly. And just like this, m y all the promises t o myself fly out from the window, and again I started feeling nervous. "You know what.... Your this innocence i s making t o loose m y mind. Your this same innocence i s ruining m e Aashirya and I a m fucking loving t o b e ruined by i t." H e whispered i n m y ear with his each and every word were dripping with some different kind o f different emotions. Something very passionate and something very pure...

“The woman left town…” “Linda,” I corrected. “Linda left town with her daughter. Gray was hell bent on finding out what happened, wouldn't back down, your dad got involved…we all know how this ends, Chase.” She said, looking at me sadly. “He pays them off, the case dies, one more person is killed. Just this time, neither of us who are victims are innocent. You must hate me for breaking up your parents.” She looked at my feet. Gray's mouth was hanging so low.

I mumbled rubbing the edge of the paper against my finger pulp. “First gain their trust. It will take some time. Zaroon should have some kind of trust on you too although he wouldn’t. He is hard to break.” Uncle said and with that he cut the call. I took a deep breath as gaining trust was a long-time process and I had to stay for a long time for that. Staying here give me the same level of passion for revenge and guilt at the same time when I saw these people smiling and talking to me. But when I recalled what they have done I started to hate the same smiles and laughs. Everything was fake. These smiles were fake as it wasn’t possible to smile with a full heart after having load of killing s

He reached across the table, grasping her trembling hands in his, a lifeline of support in her darkest moment. As Noah’s words and comforting touch slowly calmed her racing heart, Grace regained control of her breath. The fog of panic began to dissipate, allowing her to focus on Noah’s next revelation. With a mix of concern and restrained fury in his eyes, he disclosed that he had seen a video from the dash-cam, showing a man mercilessly beating her while wearing a twisted smile. The rage burned within Noah’s gaze as he fought the impulse to unleash his anger on the man responsible for inflicting such pain upon Grace.