Gray-romantic Novels & Stories

Clearly, he had no interest in her life. Her heart pricked but she ignored it. She drew a sigh and managed to reach the bed. She took the lubricant and applied it. He exited the bathroom in time. Fully dressed he made his way towards the bed. She admired his silver eyes that were currently studying the new details in the room instead of studying his wife. She wondered how long she would have to wait to see love for her in those eyes. Gray had become her favorite color since the day she had seen those eyes. She wondered what his favorite color was. She hoped it was green.

He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

Was he even the same person? He didn’t know. “What is your favorite color?” Miles lowered his camera in surprise, “Huh?” “Your favorite color, what is it?” Maybe he caught on, because Miles granted a soft smile, glancing down at the camera in his lap, “Grey.” “Grey?” “Yes. It’s a happy medium of all colors, with a million different shades, and a million different purposes. I highly underrated color, might I add. But so valuable.” Aiden nodded in interest, leaning back against the rim of the boat, “I like black.”

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“Even if he does have some Irish blood in him.” Roy’s chuckle from behind him pulled Ian out of the bottomless wells of her mesmerizing eyes and back to the main room of the mess house. “I broke my nose one time too many.” “It’s a fine nose. The crookedness adds character. Why would you want to be ordinary? You are handsome and strong and certainly not ordinary. Like I said. Your fiancé is a very lucky woman.” Roy cleared his throat and Ian walked back to the table. “Are you hungry? Roy, what were you making when I came in?”

“You want me to suffer, you like it when you know that I will suffer and knowing what was your plan will put me irritation, so that was what you will do, right?” Hearing that, Cosmo laughed at her she looked at her with her bright smile and her grey eyes… yes, her eyes had turned grey right now and when they were talking like this, her hair also had turned lighter the color almost grey, it was dark grey, but it was no longer as black as charcoal as she used to be. Therefore, Mila could feel that whatever plan that she had in mind, it was nearing. She was completely at the end of it. “What is your plan?” Mila repeated her question, she didn’t show any impatient, but she showed a boring expres

Kian lowers his head and sighs, thinking that's what he deserves. Grayson drops the bottle on the floor, and this time, he's the one to move closer. They both meet in the centre of the grey room. It's dark, and they can only see each other's eyes under the moonlight. Grayson slowly moves his hand to Kian's cheek, brushing the unshaved skin. Kian closes his eyes, and his entire body weakens under Grayson's touch. "I'm sorry," he whispers to him, "I should have never met you,"

Gray slowly kissed Ammit. He didn't want their precious first time to leave a bad memory. So he stroked and kissed her lips, her face, her neck... patiently and tenderly. Ammit was so provoked by him that she was out of breath, but her hands were still fumbling around behind his back. Even though Gray was focusing on exploring her body, she noticed something unusual. He stopped, looked back and then back at her: "What's wrong with your back?"