Novel & Cerita Amazon The Picture Of Dorian Gray

The fire in Amalia’s hearth had burned low, throwing amber light across the carved beams. Shadows curled in the corners of the room, heavy with the scent of pine and smoke. Dorian sat at the edge of the long bench, shoulders hunched, his hands clasped so tight together it looked as if he were holding back the world.

“I’m looking for an old book. They said only this place has it.” I finally lifted my gaze, meeting his. “What are you looking for?” My voice came out calm, sharp, slightly cynical, just like Mae. “The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he replied politely. I gestured to the shelf behind me. “Top shelf. Left side.” He nodded quickly and moved. “Thanks.” I raised an eyebrow, silent. “Cut.”

She turned her body away from Donny slightly to keep him from seeing any pics he shouldn’t from her private folder collection. She finally came across a shot that might work, one she took of Grayson half- dressed after work in her bed one night. He wasn’t wearing anything but his half unbuttoned white shirt and tie. Amber cropped his naked bottom half out of the photo and shared it to Donny’s watch. He looked over the image, “Yeah this outta work out nicely. Lots of blood and pale skin I’m assuming.” “Yes. Like he was shot in the chest or something?”

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

He pulled out a photo and placed it on the table. "You mean this?" Dorian looked down at once; the animal in the picture stared back at him. Dark fur, silver tail, and eyes too intelligent for a normal animal--A wolf! His breath caught almost. His eyes widened to ten times the size of saucers as he stared hard at the photo, his hands resting on his knees, clenching. The room suddenly felt smaller at that instant, and his heartbeat became so loud in his ears he could barely hear anything else.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

“I fear war is upon us.” “We just don't know what game they are playing.” He replied. What is Dorian Gray of Grimshade pack up to?

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

He wondered how long this had been going on? - Lucia laid on Alexius chest, after their heartwarming love making. She could feel his heart steadily beating. He stared down at her rosy cheeks as he slowly caressed her blonde hair. "I brought you this book, I really think you will love it." He whispered into her ear. She smiled at how thoughtful he was. "It's called the picture of Dorian Gray, one of my many favourites." He said huskily. "I would love to think you are Sibyl Vane." He said sadly. She smiled thinking it was sweet.