The Gray Man Book 1 Novels & Stories

"Interesting that you picked werewolves, even without knowing I had this book set aside for you." As my fingers touched the leather-bound cover, a surge of energy rushed through my hand, up my arm, and spread like fire through my veins. I looked up, stunned. Professor Gray was watching me, his eyes tinged with an emotion I couldn't quite place. Was it recognition? Understanding? Whatever it was, he seemed far less confused than I felt.

Lannie blinked and said innocently, recoiling in Daryl's arms, in fact, as if afraid he'd hand her over to Liam. Liam's expression turned more ugly. His brows drew together, his sharp eyes turning into dark slits. Served him right! Haley stifled a laugh, controlling herself from rolling over. Then out of nowhere, a middle-aged man rushed in their direction with his luggage. Mr. Gray's once gloomy face brightened up as he sighted Liam. He stopped in front of him, panting heavily. “Ah- Mr. Nash, thank goodness you're here!” Mr. Gray chuckled. “Unfortunately, I've lost my job. I was wondering if there's a vacancy in your-”

It was just enough to keep him alive and nowhere near enough to allow him to feel like a vampire again. ~ The sun isn't shining too bright today. A few white fluffy clouds float through the sky. The weather is warm, and the breeze is gentle, but every now and then, there's a gust that brings with it a certain smell that tells Grayson a storm is on its way. Grayson sits under the large shade tree. His back leans against the tree as he turns the page and begins reading a new chapter. The stand was amazing, and Grayson swears that by the end of the year, he will have owned every Stephen King book in paperback after reading the talisman. The book is so addicting to him. It's drawing him in and h

It should be. He put a hand on the machine and then brought his hand back and smelled it. “Oh,” he uttered. “Fucking rust.” Gray breathed a sigh of relief. “Of course, it’s rusty. They have the same smell,” she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t fucking mistake it for blood, you stupid mohawk.” Suddenly, a rat was jumping around on the machine she was hiding behind on, creating thudding sounds. BANG! Gray closed her eyes shut from the sudden firing of a gun. Her whole body froze, as well as her breathing. When she opened her eyes. The rat was already beside her, squeaking it’s last yearning for life, squirming in its own pool of blood.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

Another, I stood in front of a familiar door, my hand on the doorknob. I turned the knob and stumbled inside. Grayson had been reading on the bed. “You are back early,” he said, without looking up. Then he sniffed and dropped the book right out of his hands. His gaze snapped to me, and he stood from the bed, the book forgotten on the floor. “Lillian, what’s happened to you?” he asked, looking me over. I shuffled toward him and collapsed into his arms. His body was so warm, I practically purred in his embrace. I rubbed my face into his chest, taking in his scent, leather and pine. Masculine and strong.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

Layla took the book out of her hand and sat down in the wooden chair. “Flip it back about five pages,” Lacey said. She did and started reading. The entry was dated four years ago. Damien had gotten more personal in this entry. It was like professional and personal rolled into one. “The New York Neurology Conference was good, and they seemed somewhat receptive to the idea of Memrose. However, after my presentation, they asked about an antidote. I hadn’t even considered that since I can’t get approval to go into human trials. I couldn’t get the information the association wanted to start human trials without trying the drug out on a live person. I have been hoping for almost a year to find a w

Her black eyes flash like that of a snake. Chills crawl up my spine and my grip tightens around the book. “ Goodbye now. ” The man whispers. And before I know it, I am falling down once again, the book still held in my hand. I can’t help but feel like it was too easy, as if they knew something I don’t. They were too smoothly convinced which is not supposed to be possible according to Gysla. Trouble is on its way. I can tell.