Gray-romantic Novels & Stories

Ryan's gaze narrowed, his interest piqued despite himself. Emily entered looking stunning, she was known in the club as gray because of her gray eyes. Her hair was a vibrant blue color and fell down her back in long, flowing waves. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, and her heavy makeup only added to her beauty. She wore a short blue gown that showed off her curves, stopping just a few inches below her bottom. Her bright red lips looked inviting, and her gray eyes sparkled boldly. Her long, fair legs were toned and attractive, complementing her slim waist, flat stomach, and hourglass figure. She was a sight to behold! As Emily danced, the guys couldn't take their eyes off her. Ryan, too,

“What about Grace?” Romy sat perched on the edge of an armchair, her hands clasped tight in her lap. “I met Grace when we were both modeling. She was eighteen, already dating Ethan. I was with Alexander.” Her eyes swept to him before dropping back to her hands. “At first, she seemed sweet. Vulnerable. But there were…incidents.” “What kind of incidents?” Ethan stopped pacing. Romy twisted her hands like she used to do with her wedding ring, but she was no longer wearing it.

“Gray.” “Huh?” “That’s my name, I’m Gray.” “Oh!” Tears retreated themselves from Rory’s eyes and painted her face with a smile. “I’m Rory!” “Yes, I know. You said—” “You know Rory?” interrupted Rory. “Are you fairy godmother?” Gray’s face flinched. “No, you said your name ear—” “Fairy godmother!” Rory then locked her in a tight hug. Gray groaned as she allowed the girl to do as she pleased.

Gray walked past Adrian who called to his attention but he immediately brushed them off and walked to Leez. " How I missed you Leez," Mr Gray said as he kissed the back of her hands. Mr Gray was an internationally accredited films director having several production companies. Everything he touched turned into gold. He was also known to be single, having openly acknowledged that the woman he loved had been snatched by another man, but he was still hopeful for the day he'd get her back.

Brianna rocked her hips back and forth, savoring the feel of his girth as they rubbed against the walls inside her. “Oh, you have to stop.” He groaned, enjoying the sensation too much. But Brianna was beyond his control. The moon peeked through the windows, bathing Bree with its light. Aiding the couple in creating a more romantic ambiance. ‘You are my moon goddess.’ Grayson roamed his hands over her body. He could not resist making a remark, as the coloring on her skin reminded him of her snowy white wolf. She smiled when he tried to sit up and kiss her.

"Ah...it hurts...ahh..." Gray could only squeeze his shoulders, chest and auburn hair bouncing to the beat of his push. Then he lifted his hips high and pressed inside her as hard as he could. He pushed himself inside of her a few more times, then fell on the bed feeling guilty and spending it all. Gray Danvers took him in his arms and kissed him lightly on his sweaty face. One last day until Agasa returns... ___

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

Then, Storm pulled Tempest over to Grayson’s room. Storm pointed his chin at Tempest and said to him, “Head on inside. Once you see the state he’s in, you’ll be sure that someone has managed to move his heart.” Tempest opened the door, and a strong scent of roses assailed their nostrils. Exquisite porcelain vases were placed on the cabinet, TV console, and coffee table with bright and alluring roses inside them. Even the music that was playing was romantic and filled with a sense of love. Grayson was like an industrious little bee, busily decorating his room.

She immediately comes to herself, then she looks at me. “Ahh, hi Nicolette! It’s, okay?” “Yeah, and you?” “I am always happy.” “Why were you looking lovingly at the door of the head of the department?” I ask to see her trunk. “There is the big boss and he’s like the most beautiful guy on the planet. Ah! how sexy he is, you don’t know Gray.” “You are delirious,” I said, laughing. “He must be old.” “No, not even. He is only 28 years old and he has no wife.”

My face was flushed red with embarrassment. “I am flattered by your offer,” I heard Grey say, “but I am not seeking a mate at this moment, Romero.” “That is a pity,” Romero replied. “I thought you would make a wonderful pair.” A giddy laugh came from Madalynn, who was next to him.‘ “Oh father, that isn‘t how you purpose a union. Grey barely knows me yet, and I am sure, if we spend more time together, he may change his mind. I am very skilled at proper etiquette.”