Grey Book Na Novels & Stories

ASHTON Against my misguided judgment, my ‘run into things without thinking it through’ attitude, we go back to the complex giving me more time to prepare. Black Lagoon is the shadiest underground club in Moss Creek. Admission is tough to get and those who enter don’t always come out the same…or come out at all.

5 liter of coke on her hand. "Is that coke?" Gray asked with an angry tone. "Uh...uhmm...you know..." Zia mumbled nervously. "N-no?" "That is coke," Gray said with glaring eyes. "No, you see, this is...uh...green tea." "It's color black." No, this is just...uh...uh...you know, a very healthy beverage that is colored black like a...uh...a black..." Zia babbled, desperately looking for an excuse. "A black tea! Yes! Black tea! Ha!" she shouted in excitement.

Charles has already opened the back door of the car so that Grey could drop me carefully in his black truck, the seat next to him. Grey seem not to be withdrawn from anything black, almost all the coats in his wardrobe are black. Black boots, black car black T-shirt.. A few people glance at me, but they said nothing as they focused on going back to their houses. When Grey got into the truck and turn on the engines, Charles took solid steps back into his red truck in his black boat. He doesn’t stay in Grey’s house, but close.

The scent of lavender filled Grace’s nostrils as she stepped into the office. The office was similar to Mr Black's office, it was Big and had a mix of all shades of Grey and Black, it was a calm office, one that seemed to resonate with the owner. The only pop of colour were the lavender Flowers that was situated at the four corners of the room.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

As I walked, I passed several other pack servants gathered in small clusters near the common areas, gossiping away about the day's events and whispering about the new arrivals. Suddenly, I felt a hot flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks as I noticed their lingering, unabashed gazes locked entirely on my face. Whispers cut through the air, and I could distinctly hear them murmuring about my rare, mismatched gray and blue-gray eyes—a strange mark that set me apart even among normal humans, let alone shifters.

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Shading Black is his first book and his first attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name: Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name: Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.