Grey Book Na Novels & Stories

"9th and Elm. The 24-hour laundromat. Twenty minutes." Lina sat on a plastic chair, watching the washers spin. The door chimed. Trent walked in, dripping wet, and dropped into the seat next to her. Lina kept her eyes on the glass. "You’ve got a target on your back, Trent." "Then let’s move the target." Trent slid his hand into his jacket and slammed the silver USB onto the vibrating washer. "Gabe’s life is in this metal," Trent whispered. "His raw voice ordering the blackout for Madame Cleo. And the routing path to his offshore cash."

CHAPTER 4 Designing a Life Beyond the Pack POV: Elara A black SUV sped towards the border. Its tyres were humming against the asphalt. This sound usually meant I was running errands for the pack. But today, the trunk wasn’t filled with imported linens or high-end catering supplies. It was empty, just like the pit in my stomach. I pulled over into the gravel lot of a nondescript glass building situated exactly on the line between the Werewolf and Human territories.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“There’s more of the colour red in Rose.” “Exactly.” He answers. “In brain scans, we have an intensity colour from the shades of grey which we call grey levels. Black means no activity and it ranges up to the better contrast which we call the false colour. It’s the hot regions with colours similar to the rainbow. Red having the highest activity count, then yellow, then green and so forth, Blue, violet and black represent the levels of low activity.”

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

I could sense that he was blushing even if I couldn't see. "Anytime Kamara" he said his voice low and deep. I walked to my front door alone after convincing him that he didn't want to be on the receiving end of my mother's wrath. *** "Be careful around the backyard" Gyasi yelled at me. Yep, Gyasi my twenty one year old older brother was here for the holidays. "Whatever" I yelled back obviously to frustrate him and it worked because he grunted in response.

He selected video four, and the holographic screen expanded a little more by playing the video. A man of about 25 years old with long black hair with a beautiful bluish glow, he has a slightly fierce male face, thanks to his sword-like eyebrows and his phoenix eyes with dark lashes. The glow of his blue eyes was very relaxed, which was very much at odds with the person's entire fierce appearance. He looked at the camera and smiled kindly, his gaze softening so much, as if the person recording could soften this wild wolf just by looking at him. Then he sat down on the bench in front of the white piano that seemed to be illuminated by the golden rays of the sun.

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

He said, “Uncle Sebastian has never been late for a meeting or any occasion unless something sudden happened. He always comes in time whenever it involves work for the family.” As they were walking down, Kyle who was in front of the group saw two cars parked alongside Grey’s new car, the Chevrolet Camaro that was from the year 1968. The two cars were Rolls Royce Phantom and about three guards around the place. “Look there are cars at the entrance-” “Let’s hurry up,” Grey said as he quickly went down the hill. “Oh fuck.” Kyle who was the person in front accidentally tripped on a large root that was sticking on the ground. He wasn’t bruised or anything, he was just feeling the pain on his knee