Between Shades Of Grey Book Novels & Stories

"You saw those shadows, right? Those are from you. You are supernatural, just like the man you encountered earlier in the marketplace." "No. I must be dreaming, right? I am still trapped in that dream with the shadows. I just need to wake up completely—" "Ah, right, the dream. Everything you saw there is the reality, everything really happened. It is proof that your ability has been activated. Those shadows were your eyes. What you underwent during those two weeks of unconsciousness is the process called shading. The shading usually lasts for months but your record shocked us. The shading allows your body to completely integrate your ability called Nyx and for you to overcome it in less than

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your support in reading my book. This is my first ever book to be published and I look forward to reading your comments Everything that is written in this book is purely from my imagination and should the names or story resemble anyone's real life it is purely coincidental. I hope you will be as engaged and entertained in reading as much as I was in writing it. I thank my family for their support and in believing in my work. Thank you to good novel and my editor for the opportunity.

He's teasing me. Wait... Why is he... heading towards me? Oh...no... What's he trying to pull off this time? Oh.... Right... The shelf... It's right next to the table I'm seated at. He approached the shelf and shoved the Grey book back in; yes, the very book that Aeliana spent hours (not exactly), looking for! Ugh! It's so hard to concentrate when he's just right here! His presence alone, creates such a tense ambience. And I won't even mention that intoxicating odor! It's always the fresh mint and bergamot that gets me. It's just crazy good!

He snatches the book from her hand and place it back on the shelf. "Black". "How do you know that?". "Deepest shade of darkness", she says. "Impressive", he thinks to himself. He stares at her as she continues working. Maybe, she isn't so bad afterall.

Something that smelled like it could strip paint. "You look like you're about to either cry or kill someone." The voice was low. Unhurried. The kind of voice that didn't ask for your attention – it just took it. "Either way, you need something stronger than that." I looked up. Steel grey eyes. The kind of grey that wasn't soft – wasn't misty or gentle or any of the words people used to make grey sound pretty. This grey was a knife edge. A frozen lake. The color of something that could cut you if you touched it wrong.

The morning light that filtered through the four-meter-high windows of the Tribeca loft didn't carry any warmth; it was a flat, industrial gray that exposed every crack in the unvarnished pine floors. On the long wooden table in the center of the open space, three twenty-seven-inch monitors hummed with a low-frequency vibration, their screens filled with the shifting purple bars of a multi-track editing suite and the stark, white columns of a federal asset ledger. The storm had finally reached the lower tip of Manhattan, turning the sky over the East River into a slab of cold, unpolished iron.

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.