Gray-romantic Novels & Stories

Maybe the deep neckline of my red dress—with its thin straps and very questionable level of modesty—is a little too much for a hospital gala. Before I can answer, another voice slips into the conversation for the first time. Low. Amused. “And definitely very distracting.” My head turns toward him. And fucking hell. Gray. His eyes are gray. Sharp and cold and impossible to look away from once they lock onto mine. The effect is immediate. Violent, almost. Like two pieces of Lego snapping together so tightly they refuse to come apart afterward.

“Get out or I get Roman.” “Tsk tsk tsk…Roman. Words can’t describe how much I hate that name.” Grayson scoffed, playing with some figurines on the glass table. “And words can’t describe how much I hate you.” She replied. Grayson laughed, a wicked bitter laugh. And then he stood. “You don’t hate me, Tessa, if anything….you still love me. In the same way, I still love you…dark, twisted, toxic.” Tessa said nothing. She simply stared at him like she was crazy. She looked around and noticed her phone on the counter…. She tried to reach for it but Grayson was faster.

Raven leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. The moon continued its indifferent watch as we explored the contours of each other's emotions. The cabin, witness to whispered promises and concealed desires, embraced the clandestine nature of our connection. Raven pulled away, her eyes searching mine. "I love you, Gray. And I won't let anything come between us." ******

The room had yet to meet her. Waiters glided through with champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Music swelled again. Gray made his way over, Elana clinging to his arm. He kissed her neck openly, ignoring the whispers. “Gentlemen,” he greeted, “I hope you enjoy yourselves. You’ve met my wives?” We nodded. Zibor’s eyes narrowed at Gray’s possessive hand on Elana’s small frame. “Favoritism already?” Zibor teased. Gray only chuckled, pressing Elana closer. “She grows nervous in crowds. My closeness calms her.” His gaze devoured her, and she trembled when he whispered “Later,” against her lips.

Crimson eyes, ancient and unreadable, watched the chamber below with effortless authority. She wore a fitted black gown embroidered with dark crimson patterns that resembled flowing blood. A long cloak draped behind her, disappearing over the steps of the throne. Beautiful. Elegant. Terrifying. She did not command through fear alone. She commanded because every vampire present knew she had survived long enough to earn it.

Year 1853 Sometimes, gray is seen as a sign of an impending storm. But in this moment, the thick gray clouds hung in the sky, marking the start of the autumn season. Miss Yerez looked at Thea and Xander who were already standing in her room before she even told them to come. She narrowed his eyes. "Why are you here so early?" Xander beat Thea and replied, “Miss Yerez, I'm sorry we barged in without permission, something's bad about to happen to Thea last night, that's why I was here since to protect her.”

"I know. I told you you're famous, and I don't care about anything else." “Becoming the future Luna of the pack is a big deal,” I muttered. "There's no such thing as a Luna without a wolf; that's funny." Gray raised his eyebrows, looking at me sincerely. "I do not care. I just wanted to ask if you would like to agree to be my mate?” “I…” I was so awkward, I wanted to agree, but I didn't dare. "Okay, I'm not forcing you. You go back and think. If you agree, then I look forward to seeing you at my party.” Gray stood up and shoved the piece of paper into my hand. “I wrote the address on the inside; see you soon.”

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

I did, and for a second, we met each other's eyes, but soon turned away, before logic and common sense eroded our mutual yearning. “What do you want to see?” I asked Gray, stripping my clothes off as seductively as I could. “You, Lily, all of you.” He said. “Uhm.” I wanted to correct him, tell him I was Jessica, but I could see that his heart, all of his in fact, was still stuck on Lily. “Please go faster.” He prodded. Gray had started beating his meat. I took out a few of the larger sized ones, and lubricated myself with something Monica got for me two months ago on my birthday.

Ryan stopped kissing her neck and grabbed her chin, looking at Marilyn directly He smirked. Ryan raised her chin so that their faces were inches apart, Marilyn stared at his piercing gray eyes intently waiting for something Ryan leaned down kissing her lips gently but firmly.