Forty Shades Of Green Novels & Stories

We have nothing left to lose because we have nothing left, period. "We'll go with the green one," Mom says firmly. "My gut says the other one is deliberately plain just to confuse us. The miracle drug must be the one that looks a bit more... unusual. Think about it. Green has always been used to represent evil in literature, and they’ve intentionally made the miracle drug green because they want us to associate it with something sinister, rather than a cure-all. The other one looks plain, almost like holy water—but that's exactly the trick, right? They want us to believe the plain one is the true drug, when the unappealing one is actually the real deal."

I looked at him, not knowing everyone in the conference room had their eyes on me. "We want to know what your suggestion on the next color to be chosen for the upcoming fashion week." "Ohh," I brought my eyes to the screen for the first time since I sat down. "Can you show me the ones available." "Alright, Mr Gray. Four colors were picked which are Champagne gold, Sapphire blue, Rose quartz and Emerald green." He said as he went through each slides. The last being emerald green reminded me of Eve. I could see her pretty eyes on the screen...her on that emerald colored dress I got for her...that emerald neck piece I gifted her on our first dinner... Damn! A strong wave of warmth and sadness f

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

“If you aren’t ready to speak, then get out.” I blinked, stunned. “What?” “I said,” he leaned forward, his green eyes flashing with irritation. “Get. Out.”

Excited murmurs filled the air as everyone turned westward. And then it happened—the sky began to change. At first, just a soft flush of orange and pink. But in a matter of minutes, it exploded into a masterpiece of purples, golds, and deep reds. The sun hung low, bigger than usual, as if pausing on purpose to bathe the world in its final, golden light. It was breathtaking. Couples around me slowly leaned into each other. Some wrapped their arms around their partners. Others simply stood quietly, heads rested on shoulders. The rare singles like me stayed behind our phone cameras, attempting to immortalize the view.

“You have good skin, so we do not hide it. We just even it out.” She squeezed something onto her fingers and dabbed it onto my cheeks and forehead. Her hands were warm. She smoothed it over my face with careful strokes. “Look up,” she said. I did. Our faces were inches apart. Her eyes were focused, serious. I could see the tiny gold flecks in her green irises. She had her mother's eyes, which were my mother's too. My Dad had grey ones, mine and Greg were a mixture of both. Greenish grey.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

I immediately handed him the container. "Thanks," he uttered lazily as he took it. I brushed my fingers through my hair. Suddenly, I did not know what to do. We were just both standing without saying anything. I pretended to be busy looking around us. And when my eyes drifted back at him, I caught him staring at me. I could not help but be amazed at his eyes. His deep set beneath those heavy black brows were of a different color from one another. The other one was the blue of every dancing sky. While the other one was the flecks of deep brown... like the warmth of an eternal hearth.

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.