Romans & histoires 50 Shades Of Grey Characters

While both have that cocky smirk and devilish grin at times, they are both entire opposites, like north and south poles, both in looks and character. Charlie is your usual player that every girl falls for, golden blonde hairs, ocean blue eyes with a character of a womanizer which I realized too late. He can be a great friend in need, a good listener, but that is it. That is all he is for me. Grayson on the other hand, isn't everyone's heartthrob. Sure he has that built every girl could die for considering he is a cop and he works out a lot, but Grayson’s features are more...my type.

He straightened when we approached. “Sir.” His voice was respectful. But not nervous. Interesting. Damien nodded once. “Grey.” So this was Grey. I looked at him properly now. And immediately understood the problem. He was the kind of man who noticed things. The kind who paid attention. Which meant— He was dangerous in a completely different way than Damien. Grey’s gaze shifted to me. Brief. Then back to Damien. “This must be the new assistant.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s one way to introduce someone.”

He groaned in pain, and staggered back. Grey let go of him, as he fell. He went on to defend Kain, and Zing, his wolf eyes revealing. He was quick, and unpredictable, and in no time, the men were laying on the ground in excruciating pain with broken bones. Andrew had also earned a devastating blow from Grey, that got him staggering. "Are these the men you plan on using to bring about my demise?" Grey asked, a little frown on his face. "I'm disappointed," he said, his eyes void, and empty, as he kicked past one of them.

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

God, I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like, and what he would think of me. After almost an hour of waiting, I finally heard the door creak open. My eyes glistened in anticipation as I stared on with the big smile Dad had told me to wear. The door opened, and in walked who I assumed was Grey De Luca. My excitement immediately turned into a deep, chilling nervousness as I observed him. He was prettier than I expected, with jet-black hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. His eyes were a deep shade of grey, cold and indifferent. He wore black pants and a white T-shirt that made him look even more imposing. He didn't walk in; he invaded the space. The air seemed to drop five degrees.

They looked like they are talking about something good seeing their laugh. My father had a rare slight smile in his eyes as he looked at that blonde haired youth beside Keab. 'That must be Varhen.' Seeing his blonde hair the same as mine, I thought he's my cousin the butler was talking about. 'Not bad.' Beside him was a man with a greyish black hair and his eyes are the same color as his hair. This must be Greyson. In the novel, the author always highlighted the pair of his gray eyes and greyish black hair. His eyes were slightly upturned which made him looked like a playboy and a decent con-man in suit.

she threatened. I stood dumbfounded, looking at her retreating figure, wondering when I ever wronged her. Grabbing the cakes, I started making my way back to the table. Just as the party progressed, a girl walked in from the main door, attracting countless attentions. She had thick dark hair, and her lips were quite small. Her skin was fair, and she was wearing a short light purple gown that accentuated all her figures that were well-rounded. Grandma Grey, who was welcoming the guests, welcomed her with smiles. The purple-wearing girl seemed happy on seeing her, and they hugged. As for the other members of the Grey family, they all had different kinds of expressions.

Who would have been interested in boring nerdy brown frizzy hair with a hazel eyed girl. Anna is dirty blond with grey eyes, figure of a model and face of a angle.Elegant, sophisticated and a very nice family background that any rich family wanted her to marry into their family. She is her own person. Anna is passionate about whatever she has done with her full heart and has succeeded.

Especially to me and his dad, Priam. I knew it. There's something off with how angry he got. Grey is the most relax and calm lycan I have ever met in my life. Not that I met so many, but Grey is known for having an unbelievable calmness in him. Even at the face of death and struggles, he was so calm, he could calculate and plan everything in a mere second. That's how amazing his calm personality is. And this is my chance now. If I can convince him like that, I could easily resort to my last key card.

“Alpha Xavier of the Lunarhaven pack. Alpha Talos of the Nightweaver pack. Alpha Ashford of the Whiteclaw pack. Alpha Damon of the Thorncrest pack—and his nephew, Ivan.” All very important people, I noted, trying to keep up with the names. I forced a smile onto my lips, even as my stomach churned. “A pleasure to meet you all,” I said, injecting cheer into my voice that I absolutely did not feel. Grey stood to my right, far too close, his gaze fixed on me like he was trying to burn his way into my skin. I could feel his eyes roaming over me, possessive and invasive. I didn’t look at him.