The Gray Man Book 1 Novels & Stories

No matter how good they were but she always rejected their proposals and bad boys were out of question but tonight all her precautions and safety rules were broken the moment she countered the death of a woman by gangsters and then bumping into the man who was everything like a bad boy would be but instead of being in leather jacket and ragged jeans he was in tuxedo. On second thought the word bad boy would be an understatement to describe him because the way he fought made him look like an assassin. Rania couldn’t erase the image of the giant man’s dead body which was covered with blood while his eyes were stabbed by broken glasses. He was laying on the floor lifeless and it appeared he fac

he smoothed the hair from my face and for the first time since I had opened my eyes, I saw him face to face. And he was still as darkly gorgeous as he had been the night I had first met him. Like some dark angel out of one of my books. Except I knew the judge wasn’t a hero, come to rescue me. He wasn’t a good man, no matter how many times I tried to tell myself he could be. Wishing myself into a romance story wouldn't make it reality. This was real life and not fiction. And I was in real danger from him and the people he worked for.

His thumb pressed against my bottom lip, “… to watch you beg with that smug little mouth of yours.” I cleared my throat and turned to my plate. The food had gone cold. And just like that, my appetite was gone. I was about to tell Ash to get rid of the dishes when the voice from the TV caught my ear. “There’s still no news on Lena Gray, the youngest daughter of Gray Enterprises, who is believed to have jumped off the Anima Bridge three days ago—” I stopped breathing.

But there she was one on the ground, lifeless, blood oozing out of her head. I could not lie. I felt a bit good when I killed someone, especially the ones who were against me. But with Olivia beside me, I did not feel so good. I could not wear my usually sly smile. Olivia was getting in my head, and I did not like it.

Madeline: The good thing about this library was that everything was detailed and organized. There was a gray book that Graham picked from one of the shelves, and we both sat between the aisles on small stools. “This is it. Look, it says ‘The Gray Wolf.’” He opened the contents and pointed to one of the headings. A strange excitement rushed through me. Growing up, I was told so many times that I would never have a wolf that I began to believe it. So when I first transitioned and Graham told me my wolf looked different, gray in color, I felt thrilled.

He would tell me the truth about Victoria and promise things would be different. The bookstore sat on a quiet corner street. Through the window, Grayson could see a young woman shelving books. Her back was turned, but her height and hair color matched perfectly. Grayson pushed open the door. A bell chimed softly. The woman turned around. It wasn't me. The stranger looked confused as Grayson stared at her with obvious disappointment. He mumbled an apology and left quickly. During the drive home, Grayson's phone rang. It was Father. "Did you find her?" Father's voice was desperate.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

After that, I approached Gray, who had been waiting for me. "I just replied to your message. Have you been waiting here for long?" I asked. Instead of an answer, Gray stared at me with a tightened jaw. Did I do something wrong? Maybe he was annoyed that I replied late to his message. But before I could ask, Gray suddenly pulled me back by the shoulder and buried his face into the crook of my neck. He seemed to be sniffing me. Oh no, I had been sweating quite a bit from organizing the books in the library. I instinctively pushed Gray away.

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

My reflection looked back,I was calm, unreadable, but my chest burned with quiet a fire. ‎ ‎Elijah Grayson. The man who had taken everything. The man who had watched me drown in the ruins of my life. ‎ ‎He thought I'm totally gone from his life, that I was long dead. But I rebuilt myself from the ashes he left behind. Brick by brick, deal by deal, until every piece of my success carried the taste of revenge. ‎ ‎Now he was close again, he is coming too close and that , that was exactly what I wanted.