The Gray Man Novels & Stories

(Abbi's POV) Hearing Mable Bell's words, I hurried to Gray's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gray, who was delirious and dumbfounded, and Mable Bell, who was standing by his side, asking him some very simple questions. "Are you the murderer?" "Yes," Gray replied blankly. "Why did you do it?" "Because I like Abbi Miller and want to help her kill Flora, the woman she hates." Gray's eyes were dull when he said those words. It would be great if he said these words in front of the police!

He folds his hands that's ripped with veins across the broad expanse of chest that seems to go on for ages, looking unimpressed with my answer. If I wasn't mistaken, this was Gamma Grayson. The long unkempt midnight black hair, atop his head wet from either perspiration or a recent bath. Grayson stares at me for a prolonged period of time in silence. One that eats away at my sanity because I can't just excuse myself from his presence. I busy myself with staring at his wrinkled shirt and stained pants, wondering why he's not dressed for the occasion. "Have you seen Blaze or a shewolf around?"

Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

"What’s your name?" "Call me Gray," the man said, his expression unwavering. "Alright, Gray," Ace said, his voice hardening. "If you’re lying to me, if this is some kind of trick, I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?" Gray nodded, not flinching. "I understand. But I’m not here to play games. I’m here to help." Ace stared at him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Fine. We’ll work together for now. But make no mistake—I’m watching you."

She was afraid that she was doing something unacceptable for his friends. “I’m George.” The man with a cheeky grin introduced. “Porter was right. You are indeed pretty.” He smiled. “Stop it, fucker.” Porter scowled at George. Janine smiled, a little relieved that his friends are slowly opening up to her. “I’m Kellan.” “He’s the grandfather. I’m Hunter.” “What?! I am not a grandfather!” “You are, Kellan. I am Donald.” Janine smiled at all of them and accepted all their hands for a shake. She felt Porter’s grip on her waist, showing possessiveness and territorialism.

The alley is narrow and damp, lit by a flickering security light. She hears it before she sees it. A grunt. A sharp breath. She sets the bags down silently and edges closer to the corner. The man who grabbed her is on his knees. Hands bound. Face bloodied. Two of Matteo’s men stand nearby, impassive. Matteo stands in front of him. Calm. Still. “I was drunk,” the man sobs. “I didn’t mean—” “That’s irrelevant,” Matteo says. “You touched someone under my protection.”

He was blind linking. " Gray, try and see if you can Mind link her," Gray grunted. " It's impossible, her mind's blocked but I can perceive her scent. She isn't good at all and..." The suspense was killing me. What the fuck does he has to say. " And?" I spoke, impatiently awaiting his answers. Gray remained quiet, focusing back on his task and then he jerked his eyes open while they glowed all crimson. A sign that he was angry. " She's been raped,"

The person who picked me up was not Joe's driver but a middle-aged woman with gray hair. Yuna pointed at the image. "Who is that?" "The mother of the fraud case's victim, Serena Zodd. Her son committed suicide after being cheated out of over two million back then. "She raised her grandson all alone until he was diagnosed with leukemia at five. As there was no money to treat him, he passed away too." She flinched. "She picked up Finn?" "The surveillance record shows Mr. Chance talking to her for a few moments before they got into a gray van."

His touch was gentle. "You were incredible last night," he said quietly. "The way you channelled the Moon Goddess's power. I've never seen anything like it." "I didn't really think about it," I said. "I just knew I had to stop him." "You did more than stop him," Gray said. "You saved everyone in that building. Including me." I sat up slowly. My body still felt heavy. "Frank's really gone?" I asked. "Yes," Gray said. "He's in the highest security prison. He'll never get out."

The corridor felt very small suddenly, the three of us standing in the dim backup lighting with the east wing still locked down around us and somewhere outside a man with a name that should not exist was waiting at the front gate with a piece of identification that said otherwise. Damien's phone buzzed. He looked at the screen for a long time. A very long time. Long enough that I stopped watching the phone and started watching his face instead, because his face was telling a more interesting story. Something was moving behind his eyes, something complicated and old, like a room in a house you had not opened in years and then found yourself standing in front of again. He lowered the phone. "L