Novel & Cerita The Gray Man Book 1

Adalyn Darkness surrounded me, I could hear some faint noises, but my eyes refused to open. I tried to move any part of my body, but it was useless. I felt another prick in my neck and slowly feeling started to return. I’m not sure how long it took but I was eventually able to open my eyes. The light in the room was blinding. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” I tried to move my arms, and when I looked, I realized I was in chains. I pulled on them but there was no slack. It looked like I was in a cell and it had to be underground. There were no windows anywhere. They had spotlights set up with the cords running under the bars at the door.

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.

ANN POV The atmosphere of Gray Ranch has become suffocating. Ever since Darcy's ex showed up everyone seems tense. The side-eye looks the pack gives him and the long periods of silence are killing me. Mix in the fact Mike and Carmen are scared every second of the day... "This will be over soon," Claire says quietly as she looks over my face.

Finally getting to the Gray mansion, Eve stopped the car right in front of the main mansion not bothering to part rightly before cling out of the car followed by Ella. “Welcome back, Miss Gray.” “Welcome back.” The servants greeted them as they walked into the mansion. Staring at each one of them, she nodded. Their innocent faces would make it so hard for her to find who the offender was but no matter what, she was going to find out who it was that tried and is still trying to send her father to the afterlife.

“January 1st.” Gray took a sip of his beer and tried not to laugh. He only succeeded partially. “I swear...” he mumbled. Then he didn’t say anything more, and I groaned at his way too obvious amusement. “You swear what?” “Your life is entertaining enough to be a whole book.”

Observing it he quirked a questioning brow at the title. Murderous case files, a thriller mystery book he had read years ago. Mainly consisting of gore and graphic details of killing he had dropped it, never even getting past the first chapter. If he recalled the very first sentence described a horrific scene of a man who had cut his wife's throat. Many would have stopped reading at the very first scene yet for some reason this woman was so intrigued with the book that she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with me. How interesting. The more I learn about her the more she seems to shock me.

The rest of us followed him and his mom as they went to the receptionist. “What’s the emergency?” The guy behind the desk was calm, and almost bored. “My daughter was abducted, possibly raped, and now she’s unresponsive,” Mrs. Graycort spat at the man. “We’ll get her back as soon as possible. What’s her name?” He asked, turning to his computer. “Kimia Graycort. K-I-M-I-A.” “Birthday?”

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

“Zeke? What’s wrong with you?” He throws his head back and howls, a deep, animalistic sound of pain and when I notice his bleeding hands, I see that his tattoos are gone. His seal...it's broken. This is his darkness taking over. I run out of the pack house. Down the silent, empty streets. Everything feels heavier—the air, the silence, the sheer weight of the dread crawling beneath my skin. Then all of a sudden, the ground trembles violently beneath my bare feet. A shadow stretches across the dirt, growing taller, wider, darker. It takes a terrifying, massive form—broad, inhuman shoulders, impossibly long limbs, its skin the dull, rough grey of dried ash.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.