Ana Grey Novels & Stories

The woman had fae like eyes that shone thanks to the light, this caused her eyes that were originally grey to change into light grey. The prince remained silent as he watched the physician work, at times he was told to leave the area so the physician could work on Anberine more efficiently, only to their dismay he refused to move or leave the room.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

"Where did your black hair go?" George, who didn't notice the change at first, finally noticed too. "Right, why did your hair turn gray? Is that some kind of gray hair? You're aging quickly because of hosting the two of us in your house?" "No, it's not." Diana shut her brother's mouth directly. Sometimes she got annoyed with George's blunt mouth like now. "My original hair color was like this, but yesterday I dyed it black for some reason," Alpha Darren explained. "What was the reason?" Diana asked.

“Welcome, Zane.” I turn slowly, my eyes widening as I see her. She’s walking toward me, an ethereal glow surrounding her, golden light radiating from every step. Her long, flowing blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and a beautiful gown drapes around her in waves, moving as if it’s part of the light itself. Her eyes are a shade of gold that feels ancient, otherworldly, yet warm. A black teardrop pendant hangs from her neck, glinting softly in the glow that envelops her.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Amber swiped across the screen angrily. “This had better be go-” But the words died in her throat as Amberleigh found herself looking at none other than Grayson Andre Godwin. Fuck. SOS in-fucking-deed.

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

Ashanti It's been a year since everything, and I've been traveling around. Trying to know more about myself, and I'm pleased to say that I like different colors other than Black. Yellow for example. It's just so beautiful, and I like how it glows in the summer sun. Mane, I am like a teenager in a candy store when I learn something new about myself. I like to read. I like novels and books, and I even took an online class to have a diploma. I didn't know that could happen, but I found this school that was offering, and I went for it.

Damien Jordan and I made our way to see Agatha. She would know for sure what is up with these killer headaches. Why were Jordan and I feeling them at the same time? We had never shared any sort of pain like this before. Well, with the exception of the bond we have. One could always sense when the other was in trouble, but we never shared the same pain. Was this because we were hybrids? Once we made it to Agatha, she welcomed us into her home. Agatha was always a strange old woman for as long as I can remember. She kept to herself mostly, unless it was helping to heal injured wolves with her remedies. Her long grey hair was pulled into a bun and her eyes were the color of fire. Red with hints

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.