Novel & Cerita The Gray Man Book 1

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

I said. “So,” he said simply and pushed the door open. I followed him in. Grayson pulled a book out. Read the back. Put it back. Pulled another. I watched him. “This one,” he said. Holding it up. I read the title. A novel. The kind with a character on the cover looking at something just out of frame. “What made you choose it?” I said. “The first line,” he said. He opened it and read quietly. “He had spent so long building walls that when they finally came down he didn’t know whether to feel free or exposed.”

And with that, his lamp was off too. But just because the lights were off doesn't mean I could sleep, I kept tossing and turning in bad. It was one of those cases where my mind just wouldn't shut off. How did I get here? What was supposed to be a vacation turned into a hostage situation? Was this a hostage situation anymore, I kind of agreed to stay here. With the man who was shot, the man whose life is saved. The man that was shot. The man that was shot. MAN.....SHOT.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

I parted my lips, a ragged, gasping breath escaping my throat as I prepared to shatter the illusion of her perfect family. But then... a shadow moved in the dimly lit corridor just outside the open door. My gaze flicked past Ember's shoulder, cutting through the space between the guards. Gray walked past the hallway. He moved with a slow, calculating pace, his hands casually shoved into his pockets, his posture completely relaxed as if he were merely taking a midnight stroll. As he crossed the threshold of the open doorway, his head turned. His eyes met mine.

Instead I threatened him, it was obvious he knew I was a wolf as he screwed his nose up at me, sniffing me, he knew I did not mean a lawyer. As I slipped my arms carefully under Charlie’s body, I felt every little bit of pain she was feeling, I wish she was healing but the long term effects of wolfsbane meant it could take years for it to leave her system. I held her close to me and charged towards the man everyone once new as Damon Blackheart.

I told them and for some reason, they looked surprised. "Hmm, do you recall anyone else?" he asked. "Not exactly, even if I did, I wouldn't exactly know their names," I replied and he nodded calmly, obviously satisfied with his questioning. "Thank you very much for your time Miss and once again, my deepest condolence for your employee and your cafe over here. We'll make sure both cases are investigated thoroughly and we'll also be keeping in touch with you for a while. See you soon, miss," Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”