Gray Walls Novels & Stories

Gray walks to the closet to change and I did same too. **** Gray halts his car outside an abandoned warehouse. I thought he said it's a club. This place looks quiet except for the luxurious cars that designs the lot. " Where's this place ?" Gray smirks and chuckles and he unfasten his seatbelt. I did same too. I decide to wear a simple orange colored t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers because , Mr grumpy doesn't want me to wear a dress because he thinks i look hot. Gray steps out of his car and open my side door for me. I get out and look around. It's so dark outside and I can't hear a single sound or even music.

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...

he growled. Outside the window or what used to be the window the grey static began to peel away. It didn't disappear; it shredded. Where the grey had been, long, jagged tears appeared, revealing a sky that was nothing but swirling, caustic violet clouds and lightning that moved in slow motion.

James’s Hospital:- Kiara’s POV:- Beyond the windowpane, the world was draped in a muted, gray veil, the clouds gathering like a congregation of somber spirits. The sky, a canvas of melancholic hues, held a symphony of ashen tones, each layer merging seamlessly with the next. The sun, hidden behind this curtain of clouds, cast a diffused glow, painting the scene with a subdued radiance. The clouds hung low, their edges soft and billowy, like strokes of an artist’s brush sweeping gently across the sky. They moved in a slow, almost leisurely dance, as if lost in their own thoughts, their shapes shifting and morphing with every passing moment.

He seems perfect in this aspect. "I think you can go with grey color, you will choose which of the gray clothes you want." "Thanks for thr suggestion." I smile. I have a lots of grays, both long and short, fitting and maternity. I take out a fitting knee-length gray gown. "This is beautiful right?" I show it to him.

The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees. The written information read:+ "The Northern Grays are rare, immense giants that reside in the dense forests of the northern regions. They stand taller than most trees and are arguably the most powerful, dangerous beasts that roam the world. An excellent sense of smell allows them to find their prey. They will eat anything that is smaller than them and are particularly fond of the taste of children and young maidens. Solitary, territorial, unintelligent, brutish, and carnivorous. NEVER approach." Twillow peeked over the parchment at

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

And the warehouse in front of which the car came to a stop looked even darker than all the others put together. Bare walls made of old brick on which sprayers had immortalized themselves. Senseless lettering that was a lot, but certainly not art. The sheet metal ceiling was slightly arched upwards and large gates under a roof had probably received the delivery once. All around it was growing brown grass that looked more dead than alive, and a rusted fire escape led up to the roof. The only difference to the other warehouses here were the windows. They were all fine. Okay, maybe one of them had cracks or blind spots, but they would probably be able to keep the rain out - most of it at least.

I sighed so that it wouldn't notice that I was praising inwardly his almost perfect physical features. He invited me inside. As soon as I entered, I was amazed at its sheer extent. Is he sure he's the only one in this room? It can be made into a house, eh! Your complete area parts of a house! Its room color theme immediately grabbed my attention. Black and gray! That color is beautiful to look at. It makes an aesthetic look! Almost all the colors of his equipment are really just black and gray. Even if it's a bed sheet, the paintings on his wall are really pure black and gray.

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."