Ana Grey Novels & Stories

I immediately try to scoot back. Aya is one of those beautiful women that look even more beautiful when they get angry. Her skin is the colour of coal, and when the light from the glow of the fire reflects off her, it shines like polished onyx. Her hair is a long train of midnight that spills down to her lower back. She's wearing a red dress with its skirts parted and riding pants underneath. Her legs are powerful with lean muscles.

" Then she gave the microphone to a guy who was standing close to her. Annabelle and her parents took the stage and might I say that they were looking like a family indeed. "Is that just me or is Mrs. Siromani super hot?" Mason said. Ashley hit him behind the head and I smiled in approval. That boy could be a real headache sometimes. At least I wasn't the one who had to do the job of hitting him. Annabelle was as beautiful as her mother but she took her dad's facial features. Unlike her parents though, she was light skinned instead of white. To be honest, she looked Indian. Maybe she got the color from someone else in her family. I'd ask her about it later.

Furthermore, her black denim pants made her look like an office worker. Her hair was tied up, allowing Grey to see her long, white neck protruding from the collar of her shirt. She wore glasses with a transparent frame. Her green eyes shimmered from behind the frames. Ah, even the color of her eyes resembled Keyara's. It seemed that God was playing with Grey's destiny. Grey never expected to see Keyara's figure again, and she looked so similar, including her height, which only reached Grey's shoulders. Besides her reddish hair and the glasses adorning her nose, she resembled Keyara.

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

Alpha Scott gestured for us to come over Dean and I walked slowly until we stopped right in front of them, the female still had her back to us Alpha Scott cleared his throat "Priestess Anya, I'd like you to meet Alpha Greyson of the Crimson Claw pack" The female slowly turned around until my eyes met the prettiest shade of green that were her eyes. She had a certain classic beauty that was rare and unique, her skin was pale and spotless, her nose a perfect fit for her face and then her small pink lips

A sleek, modern piece that would look perfect in my apartment. As Grey processed the order, I leaned casually against the counter. "Hey, Grey," I said, keeping my tone light. "You know a woman named Annie? Works at Pleasure Hills?" Grey's hand paused mid-signature. He looked up slowly. "Annie?" "Yeah," I said. "She planned my birthday event. Sharp woman and professional." Grey's expression was unreadable. "I know her.” I nodded, watching him carefully. "She have a boyfriend?" Grey's eyes narrowed slightly. "W–Why are you asking?"

I heard the teasing tone in her voice and responded in kind, which earned a chuckle from her, making me smile. “Okay, okay, I will tell you, but you aren’t to tell anyone else. Understood?” “Cross my heart and hope to die.” “Hahaha, my full name is Angela Grey.” “Beautiful, just like you, and don’t worry, I will happily keep this knowledge to myself. Thank you.” “You’re welcome, Grant.”

They both had pin-straight blonde hair, cropped short around their faces: Ayon’s in a neat pixie cut, and Aron’s a short back and sides. They had pale eyebrows and eyes, too, both a glassy shade of ice blue. Sometimes, Ayon would wear dark mascara and fill in her eyebrows, and the difference was astounding. She looked beautiful either way, but I personally liked how striking she was naturally, with her pale skin and pale hair.

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

My shoulders slumped in relaxation at the easing effect. I sighed, letting my back hit the wall and tipped my head back to have the water grace my face and run down my chest. I closed my eyes to welcome my tiredness. Grey eyes popped into my mind. They were a very pretty shade, they kinda reminded me of wolves. Her burnett messy wavy hair which she had more than half of it falling to her left. Her small oval face was cute. Pointed nose and very long lashes, she was really pretty. Her thick brows held slight arches.