Grey Morals Novels & Stories

“Summarize the central conflict in three sentences. No more.” Lennon’s brain scrambled. He’d read the book twice this weekend, mostly to distract himself from thinking about this exact moment. “Dorian Gray is granted eternal youth while his portrait ages and bears the marks of his sins. He descends into moral corruption, indulging every vice without consequence to his appearance. The tension lies in whether he can escape the consequences of his actions or if the portrait will ultimately destroy him.” Damien nodded once. “Adequate. Now tell me why Wilde makes the portrait the repository of sin instead of Dorian’s body.”

“M-Mom… let them escape, please. You’re mad at me for always taking your authority away from you, right? Then get even with me by making me suffer alone until you become satisfied. Until you are no longer mad at us. Please, mommy…” I didn’t know if Gray was serious when he said that, but the only thing that was in my mind while I heard him state those things was the realization that he loved his mom dearly and that he would rather get himself killed while all of us were free instead of hurting his mother. How could Geraldine hate Gray when Gray couldn’t even hurt her one bit? Where did her all insecurities come from? Gray walked slowly toward his mother, his hand trying to signal Geraldine t

Gray imposed. “How about you pay in kind?” Lena said giving him a wink. “Why does Mrs. Gray's mind always go in the direction of naughty shit.” “What do you mean?” Lena asked laughing out her lungs. “You are fucking corrupt, dude,” Gray replied. “How did you know what kind, that I was talking about?” Gray was left dumbfounded with the question,he didn’t see it coming.” Exactly what i thought, you are equally corrupt and that makes us even,don’t you agree?” Lena asked licking her lower lips seductively.

Lesson learned that night, always drive separate vehicles to hook ups, and men were fucking dogs. But Grey was different of course. Despite his nature, he was kind, and loving, and supportive, and all the things I desired but never thought I deserved or would find. Men like Grey were only supposed to exist in novels with impossibly good-looking males on the cover, not in real life. Grey broke all the rules and had me feeling all kinds of conflicted, and questioning all the things I thought I knew and believed. He was a wolf, but he was always one of the best humans I knew, the best of both worlds for sure.

But the man shook his head, let go of his arms while thanking him. “That's why you built this organization? To destroy the dragon clan? And unite all the diverse supernatural beings?” The man nodded weakly. “But only a handful of people are responsible for these crimes. You can't classify something as good and bad. Everything in this world is grey." The man was confused by her words, and she continued. "What you think is right, it might not be right in other people's opinions. That's what I mean by this world is not filled with black and white, but grey."

“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Mia’s, all I need now.” I smile and he kisses my head. Eve scoffs and walks away. I turn to Grey. “I really don’t understand how anyone has a problem telling you two apart. You’re fun and adventurous. Wes is reserved and cautious. Your hair is half a shade lighter then his. Your skin is slightly darker. Then there’s the cute mole on your…..” “Aha…heh…Mia. No one needs to know about my mole.” Grey says as his face turns red.

"Come again, did you just say experimented on? " "I told you, " Grayson takes a seat against the ground before grunting, removes himself releasing his belt and tugs his pants free of his waist. " The world isn't as black and white as you think it to be. On one hand everyone is at war, the other, people are willing to compromise, cheat and even sell their organs to get what they want. Nothing is ever really as it seems."

He got to the entrance and stood, not wanting Carl, Damon, and Kelvin to find out about Lucian and the other guys, or even about Willow's sudden health issues. With Gray still standing outside when Norman and Evelyn walked up to him, he shook his head, stared at them, and looked away. “Mr. Gray?” Norman called with a calm voice, staring at Gray. Gray hissed and walked away from them, not caring or wanting to hear whatever they had to say, as he doesn't actually care for it. Norman and Evelyn don't seem to know much about Gray. Going through the internet only showed them something and not all of it. Gray's ruthlessness is shown to anyone, whether Mafia or not; anyone who acts arrogantly arou

He croaked, "The world is all black and white. And humans were all colored gray. We're neither here, nor there. It all depends in our situation. We lash out or keep it in, no one can feel absolute nothing when faced with ridicule. We hate. We dislike. That's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm not a good person either, and I don't blame myself for it." "Are you saying that being a bad person is somehow acceptable?" "Nah." He frowned. Ritian himself find it hard to explain. "As I've said, humans were gray. We can be bad or good, but that's not a constant character. We change. Either time helps us or our mind gives us the reasons we badly needed for closure. By then, we will switch to a more brig

If just I didn't act like that, maybe they would leave us alone. I squatted down as I remember how it happen. I was still an 8 years old boy who is full of ego and pride. I and my friends are playing mafia roleplay at the park after watching 'The Last Runaway' movie. We then bump into a group of guys not knowing that they are gangsters. We got into a bad vocal argument and throw insults at each other. Not long after, I go back to a house that's filled with blood and dead bodies. It was then that I make Grey Howl into a real organization.