Between Shades Of Grey Book Novels & Stories

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.

She gaped after hearing his answer as she was shock at what she just discovered. They then proceed to the big library and because they are the only people inside, she keeps pulling him wherever she goes. She scanned every bookshelves in the place to look for something interesting, especially the medicine shelves. Whilst, Grey, just follows her around even though he is not interested in books she's getting. He became a book holder for her, which he did not mind carrying as long as he gets everything she needs.

grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey. “Just read it,” Karen mumbled. I’ve been wondering why this book was always out of stock since I started working here, but never got the chance to buy or read it. Karen kept talking about the said book while I stuffed it inside a paper bag. My eyes kept going back to where Ace was since girl number eleven managed to get Ace talking with her. They seemed to be enjoying their time, and I felt this squeeze in my heart while seeing Ace smile at her. “… the movie based on that novel is good as well. You have to see it,” Karen’s blabbering was never ending.

“No. Fully dark colors would make readers assume it’s a tragedy steeped entirely in darkness. Your book isn’t only about wounds. There’s hope.” I swallowed, startled. “You read the synopsis?” “I read everything before accepting a project,” he replied firmly. I opened one of the catalogs and stopped at a page. A palette of grayish blue, with a faint touch of pale cream in one corner. Soft, yet still carrying a cool undertone. “This,” I said quietly. “This feels right.” Rudolf stepped closer. Not too close, but close enough to see clearly. “This is good. It leaves room to show the main character’s fragility without weakening her.”

The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash, seemingly revealing all. The spoons were grey, the plates were grey, and the chairs were grey. Everything was grey. The engineer's eyes were grey, his standard issue shirt and trousers were grey, and a few grey hairs sat in the overgrown ,bushy ginger cloud which lay atop his head. His sallow skin, once tanned and always flushing red, now held a grey hue. The bags under his eyes, however, were a staunch black.

I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

She didn’t look at me, but I felt her awareness brush mine through the mind link. Steady, she sent. Always. I stopped at the center of the floor and let Inferno rise, not outward, not overwhelming. Just enough. The house responded. Not dramatically. Not violently. The beams hummed. The air tightened, like a held note waiting for harmony. Everyone paused. “This is the Haven of Shadows,” I said, my voice carrying without force. “It exists for those who’ve been discarded, hunted, erased, or broken by their own kind.” I turned slowly, meeting eyes, vampire, witch, rogue, shifter, human. Family. “It is not neutral ground,” I continued. “And it is not a democracy.” Rowan’s jaw clenched, but he did