Gray-romantic Novels & Stories

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

He charted, his body flinching when Gray abruptly stood up and headed forward, levering on him with his caliginous silver orbs. "I don't care if you whore around, Alexis. You are still mine. I've waited too damn long to give you up to anyone!" Alexis nestled closer to the wall, wanting to dematerialize through it as the aberration trapped him between his hands and the wall, his head leaning forward, his warm breath fanning and brushing on Alexis's skin, making him feel so nauseated with himself. Where was Riyan?! Gray's hands went to Alexis's shoulder, drawing his shirt down, disclosing his smooth and clear skin. He rode his tongue over his lips before meeting Alexis's eyes with his eros-fil

he said with a small laugh. Kimmy widened her eyes. “Are you serious about posting it?” “Why not? You’re my wife,” Grayson replied casually, lifting his phone and snapping a photo of them together. “Come on, smile.” Kimmy tried to smile as sweetly as she could, even though her heart felt heavy. Click. One picture of them together, with the beautiful beach as the background. A few minutes later, Grayson typed a caption under the photo: “Turns out even a cold man can be romantic when he meets the right woman.” ❤️

His hips shifted again, this time pulling away from her. “Ah… It’s getting too sensitive,” he murmured, his voice slurred and breathless. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and withdrew. He was a wreck beneath her. His pants were pushed halfway down his thighs, his shirt bunched high on his torso, his skin flushed and damp. His length, already softening, glistened with her saliva, the dark hair at his hips matted with moisture. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, one arm thrown across his eyes as he struggled to recover.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

The room’s energy shifted again when the door creaked open, and Rosa Green—Grayson’s younger sister and Colton’s childhood friend—walked in. She carried a quiet grace with her. Chin held high, her steps light yet confident. She was dressed in soft gray slacks and a cream blouse. Rosa was universally considered beautiful, her pale skin perfectly complementing her hourglass figure. Her thin, red-painted lips gave her the allure of a classic woman. Yet, beneath all that elegance, Rosa seemed fragile, gentle, and soft—so much so that anyone who encountered her felt a natural urge to protect her. That included her fans… and her childhood sweetheart, Colton.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

Grey and Ash are about to get named as the leaders of the pack. I crumble the paper in my hand and light a candle. Then I hold the candle flame to the paper as it starts burning down the paper till it turns into nothingness. "What are you doing? Burning my room?" Grey asks, coming out of the walk-in closet. He looks so damn handsome if you ask me. The black suit matches his caramel skin, and the way he has combed his hair matches that playful smile of his.

Lucien Gray leaned back in his chair, slouching lazily as he closed his laptop with a soft click. His lips curled into a seductive smile, one that seemed almost deliberate. His slightly narrowed eyes gave nothing away, their depths too dark to read. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the strong, wheat-colored skin of his chest, radiating a potent, dangerous charm. Grace Lauren felt heat rising to her cheeks, a flush spreading like wildfire. In her mind, Lucien's relaxed posture and that smile were a clear invitation. It's time to show him what I've got, she thought, her heart racing with anticipation.

Ran ! Although all in all that had not been a particularly flattering finish and she was hardly in a situation in which she could also afford impossible romantic entanglements, they did not let go of those bright, gray-blue eyes. They were the color of a winter sky, pale and clear at the same time, reserved and yet penetrating. Oh crap! The guy had really done it to her. Crap, crap, Wed ... "What is crap?"