The Gray Man Novels & Stories

But everyone was moving, everyone was tall, and the lighting made it hard to distinguish colors clearly. Then, through a gap in the crowd, Bianca saw her. Anna was walking with purpose toward the far side of the room where a man in a grey suit stood talking to two other men. Bianca hurried in that direction, weaving between people as quickly as she could without actually running. She reached Anna just as Anna stopped in front of the man in grey. "Kane," Anna said, her voice cool and professional. "I see you made it." "Anna." Kane's smile was wide and charming. "I was beginning to think you would not show. You kept me in suspense right up until the last minute."

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.

I said firmly, clutching the phone, which seemed to be pulsing in my hand, ready to explode at any second. The red wolf squinted one eye and, lighting a cigarette, smiled unpleasantly, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. - Grisha owes us more for the explosives... - Oh, you're a f*cking f*ck! - growled Gray and rushed at him. I dropped my phone and turned around, placing my hands on his chest. Of course, unsuccessfully, but the rest of the guys grabbed him from behind in time and began to pull him away. Gray furiously flared his nostrils, his eyes shone with a thirst for murder, but, fortunately, he allowed himself to be pulled away and vented his rage on some cobblestone.

Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally. As soon as she turned her body, she came in contact with another body. "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said looking and backing up to get a look the person she'd collided into. "No, it's nothing. Hey" She blacked out for a second. It was the guy she kept staring at and whom who apparently could not take his eyes off her either. He was wearing a white shirt that had a loose buttons at the top and was tucked in to his pants. In his hands, was his suit

He hasn't said anything since and as much as this thrills me, it also bothers me. We enter the elevator and I steal glances at him through the mirror, he keeps a straight face, I can't deny how hot and handsome he is, with his sharp jawline, his perfectly styled blonde hair and his alluring grey eyes. He catches me staring at him as our eyes meet in the mirror but I don't look away, instead stare right back at him and a smirk forms on my face. Guess who's bold baby! The elevator clicks and opens and he walks to an apartment and punches a code into the security system and the door opens.

The flickering light from the laptop screen illuminated my face as I opened it, hoping maybe I could distract myself with work—or maybe type a resignation letter that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to send. My eyes drifted over the screen without focus. The blinking cursor mocked me. Should I quit my job? The thought had been circling in my head since last night, whispering louder with every minute of silence that passed. What was even the point anymore? Everything I had built was slowly falling apart. I scrolled mindlessly through my work emails, then clicked open my browser—and that was when I saw it. A headline glared back at me, bright and cruel. *“Eli Mitchell Montgomery and Melissa Grayso

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.

"Gray, you are mad. Do you know who you are dealing with? That is Mrs Wright over there. Have you heard about the Wrights secret service? They will find us anywhere the moment they put a tag on us." "You fear too much." They argued till they reached the warehouse that had been locked from the outside. With a pull of the trigger, the gigantic padlock came crashing down. The two women were hurled onto the dusty floor. Gray bent down, his one knee on the floor as he spoke at eye level with Tanya. "For old time's sake Tanya, it will be me alone." Tanya trembled, her voice muffled by the tape. This wasn't what Gray planned. When their cult was attacked, everyone knew there was a powerful figure b

Then as they all entered, Undertaker appeared on the door. “Spread out, kids,” he commanded in a clear deep voice. “Let’s sniff out the rabbit.” His sinister voice was almost threatening. Reacting to his voice, it brought chills up Gray’s spine. Nonetheless, she peeled her eyes and stayed wary. She relied on her sense of hearing to locate them amidst the darkness. “Where the hell is she?” a man said, sounding frustrated. Gray grabbed a valve and threw it as far away from her as she could. “There!” shouted another man as it hit the wall and he fired recklessly. However, without the sense of seeing, he blindly fired at complete darkness and several of his bullets hit a pipe and it ricocheted e

But the damage was already done, we saw her face already. The man was less concerned about trying to cover his nakedness as he was about trying to see who it was that interrupted his fuck time. He cocked his head to the side and I was shocked at the color of his eyes. They were gray, very gray that they were almost white. He was genuinely annoyed that we interrupted him and it showed in the scowl on his face. He was a perfectly handsome man. Too handsome that even a blind person would know that he wasn't human.