Ana Grey Novels & Stories

They struck me differently. Which made a small chill run down my spine, the last time I was here and I saw her grey eyes I paid little attention to the detail because I hadn’t come across the Information I know now. Lauren's eyes are golden brown, and Aria's eyes are grey, anyone could have grey eyes, I thought. But my eyes are also grey. And that thought scares me the most.

Moreover, Angela found Bryan's gaze so obscene that she felt like gouging out his eyes and kicking him away. She was taken aback as she watched Freya greet Bryan with a kiss on the cheek. Then, Freya turned to introduce her. "Mr. Parker, meet our new design department employee, Angie Grayson. She's incredibly talented as well." As Freya spoke, she arched an eyebrow at Angela, silently conveying that the 35 thousand dollars she spent was worth it.

Her on my lap with my dick inside her pussy ,with her moans trapped in the room. And with my nefarious thoughts of her flooding in my head, my blue eyes snapped at the person looming around, the footsteps more clear. “I should really come here more often.” The feminine yet familiar voice reached my hearing, it was my father’s new wife, Anastasia Grey. Her body having the most beautiful curves, hot and most especially sexy when she had nothing on. A short black dress which didn’t cover her thighs properly hugged her body. My lips curved into a smile, watching her moving her way towards the pool.

Aurora changed into a golden yellow maxi dress that reached her ankle. Her hair was tied loosely into a bun, with a few soft curls framing her delicate face. The color of the dress highlighted the warmth of her fair skin, making her look fresh and breathtaking. When Grayson walked into the living room and saw her standing there, his steps slowed. His gray eyes sharpened, and for a brief moment, his carefully guarded expression slipped. His gaze lingered, dark and intense, as if trying to commit every detail of her to memory.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

I am about to make a sarcastic comment as I so often do, when I realise he is not alone… Cayden stands alongside a petite, beautiful woman, with shoulder length blonde hair. Her eyes, an unusual deep, silvery-grey tone, are looking everywhere they can around the room other than at me or Cayden, which I have to admit is quite endearing… though I am sure she looks to be trembling, I am beginning to wonder if she is okay, when Cayden suddenly throws his arm around her shoulder like he is her best friend or something, taking me by surprise. And going off the look on the poor girl’s face, I would say I was not the only one surprised…

She hurriedly checked her bag to see if every necessary item was in it. After confirming, she picked up her phone from the desk, hung her bag over her shoulder, and quickly walked out of her office. She met her boss standing beside his office and they both walked out of the building together. "Take us to the Greys," He told his driver when they were in the car. Caitlyn tilted her head to face him. "The Greys? Why are we going there, sir?" They had handled a case for that family in the previous year and Caitlyn regretted it. They were a powerful family with so many enemies who were prepared to shed blood at every opportunity they got.

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”