The Gray Man Book 1 Novels & Stories

“The fewer people who know the better, however, if the Princess does disclose it to them, Mathias will come and ask me. When that time comes, I will not lie to him. Much has happened in the past year, with the attacks on the Clan Mansion, I fear something else maybe be coming our way. History has a bad habit of repeating itself and if any of these gateways were to be opened I would want Mathias on my side.” With those last words, Abner excuses himself, bidding me good night. No sooner does he leave me sitting in his study than the old man appears again. I thought I had seen the last of him when Abner dismissed him before. Apparently not, as the old man leads me up the stairs and shows me to

(Abbi's POV) Hearing Mable Bell's words, I hurried to Gray's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gray, who was delirious and dumbfounded, and Mable Bell, who was standing by his side, asking him some very simple questions. "Are you the murderer?" "Yes," Gray replied blankly. "Why did you do it?" "Because I like Abbi Miller and want to help her kill Flora, the woman she hates." Gray's eyes were dull when he said those words. It would be great if he said these words in front of the police!

I grasped my books closed to my breasts and inwardly prayed for Milo to come as soon as possible because I did not really like waiting alone in their parking lot. After that conversation with Jake, it kind of got me scared to even trust anyone here on the campus knowing the fact that people would use me to take advantage of Milo's fame. Although it is plain stupid that people would be using me because of Milo, but I wanted to be sure that I was safe and that no one would abuse my kindness. “You are alone.” I flinched as if I was pricked by an icepick as soon as I heard a creepy and deep voice and the next second I see Griffin standing right next to me. He came out of nowhere which was shocki

Gray steps forward, “I really hate being underestimated, but if I must I would prove you guys wrong.” Gray snarls and his claws suddenly extend, the first man attacks immediately but Gray grabs his arm mid strike before twisting it behind his back. There is the sound of ripping flesh and the man slumps against Gray. The next man attacks and the two men behind us get into the fight too, I take the chance to run back to the club to warn Ray and Cassandra.

The door at the very end had its lights on, and I ran toward it. My heart leapt out at the sight of the man pointing his gun at Abigail, almost on the verge of pulling the trigger. Abigail’s eyes snapped in my direction and relief crossed them. I landed a hit on the back of the man’s head and he fell to the ground, grunting and wincing with his hands holding his head. Kicking the gun all the way across the room, I turned to Abigail.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

With a sigh, he headed towards the door, nudging it open, and stepped out from the washroom but stopped dead in his tracks, his breathing hitching and his eyes expanded with apprehension at the person sitting comfortably on his bed, ogling him from his bare legs to his face and stopping when their eyes locked. "What are you doing here, why did you get in, what did you do to Riyan!" Alexis raved with questions, trepidation clasping at him. How did Gray get into the mansion, how did he know where he resided? "Riyan? That's his name?" Gray polled, taking another stagnant scrutiny on the Omega before him. Damn, he was more desirable and sensual than he thought. "I don't know how you got in here

CHAPTER 17 Engaging The Citizen, Not the Wolf POV: Elara It was snowing. I spent the whole morning watching the snow drift past the glass. Each flake was a tiny reminder of how much I hated the cold. It was quiet here, too quiet, no psychic thrum of the Crescent Pack’s collective anxiety vibrating in my teeth. I lay there lifeless, felt like a ghost haunting my own ribcage.