Ana Grey の小説・ストーリー

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.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

I love it! Aiyla has long platinum hair down to her breasts with dark blonde roots. Her skin is creamy white embedded with glittering gold, and she stands at about 6’1” with a sharp nose, and small pouty lips and a sharp chin. Gokcen on the other hand, couldn’t be more different. She’s 4’9 without the heels on – I’m sure – with long dark brown hair down to her waist. She has Asian-European features with a long narrow face, a tiny mouth, monolid eyes and deeply prominent cheekbones that make her cheeks look sunken in. Her skin is a unique greyish beige with the same glittering gold as her sister and both are dressed in stunning gold gowns.

She glared at Georgia as she finally sat with Brandon who shook hands with Gregor "Now this is weird" Aurora sat next to Cindy "Wasn't expecting you" Cindy immediately turned to her "This is Annabella we are talking about,and I have a feeling something is wrong,I'm going to see the evidence they have against my best friend" Aurora said and held hands with Cindy. Aurora's eyes met with Thadeus' own and she looked away Mr and Mrs Campbell walked in together,Melanie also followed,holding Alex "Baby!" Georgia called but Alex ignored her totally Melanie hissed

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"Well, she is a newly hired maid to take care of Miss Arielle. We had not planned on having both of you here " "miss? I am married and you are just some maid to serve me, I am Mrs Grey, and that applies to you as well" Gia's heart turned in anguish. She was nothing, she knew desperate women like her would not last amidst the schemes in the Grey home. She could only laugh inwardly at her cowardness if she thinks having the old lady backing her up is enough reason to suddenly become cocky and arrogant. The Grey family is so massive and so are its schemes. Elimination is always an option.

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

I hissed losing my temper with both him and the wretched sunflowers. "Sorry little miss angsty," he grumbled quietly. "What's got your panties in a twist?" "You." A few seconds later we finally reached the edge of the field and escaped the claws of the sunflowers. I looked up as I wiped the sweat from my brow to come face to face with a slender, tall woman. She was thin and bony but muscular and strong too. Her dead straight brunette hair reached the end of her spine and her harsh piercing dark eyes remained fixated on the two of us. Her skin was smooth over the pointed features of her face and she wore a serious, motionless expression. I'd put her around forty give or take a few years.