Grey Morals Novels & Stories

Gray looks deep in thoughts as he stares afar. " Why did you have to fight with Damon?" I ask him. I hear the faint sound of music from down the deck. Gray sighs as he looks at me. " He's a dick and really annoying sometimes. He always likes to blame me I was the reason he went to rehab." " But that wasn't really your fault." He shrugs." Maybe I'm partly at fault. I mean dad's a mob boss's right hand man. He smuggled drugs and his younger son likes the job. And then his older son wanted to try some and he ended up as an addict. Thank God for rehab."

I asked. "Not necessarily. Like I said earlier, it depends on the shade of gray," she replied. "I've lived on this earth long enough to know there is more to this world than just good or evil and most times, we need the gray area. The gray area allows us to make mistakes, and realize and recover from those mistakes. Some people survive in the gray area and there's nothing wrong with that." “So when does it become a problem?” “It becomes a problem when innocent people are involved especially if you derive joy from hurting the said innocent people. If that’s the case, then there is nothing gray about it, that’s just pure black,” she said.

I'm going to. - Oh no! No, Rose. You're not seriously buying it? These rich people are pigs, not saints... - What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by that? - That they will fuck you in groups or alone... In pairs or in fours... They will pay you for it. The dirtier the offer, the more you will get paid... - What? This is not what I wanted... Rose felt her tears fall. Just thinking about it made her feel sick. Maybe she needed the money, but she would never do that... It was the horror...

It was a pale, ghostly color, and as the wind swept through it, it made a soft, sighing sound, like a long, collective exhalation of sorrow. "This is the Grey Sorrow," Kael said, his voice hushed. "I've read about it in the oldest texts. It's not a natural grain. It was cultivated ages ago by an empire that valued stoicism above all else. They believed that joy led to folly and pain led to weakness. So they bred a grain that nourished the body but... muted the spirit. It fed their armies, but it also ensured their soldiers never felt enough passion to rebel or enough despair to break. They called it the 'Ash of Contentment.'"

I'm wearing a skin colored underwear and a nipple tape as a protection to my private parts. This shoot is too bodacious, but I'm okay with it cause I'm used to it and this job feeds me and my family. Nothing is wrong with being a Glamour Model and showing a lot of skin when it will benefit you. What is not okay is the people who judge you because of your job. No one can judge you except God, so go and live the life you want, but don't derogate someone. "I'm home!" I yelled to let Aunt Rebecca and Brice know that my business is done.

The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash, seemingly revealing all. The spoons were grey, the plates were grey, and the chairs were grey. Everything was grey. The engineer's eyes were grey, his standard issue shirt and trousers were grey, and a few grey hairs sat in the overgrown ,bushy ginger cloud which lay atop his head. His sallow skin, once tanned and always flushing red, now held a grey hue. The bags under his eyes, however, were a staunch black.

We smiled at her. All of us knew why Mrs. Graycort was adamant about us going to places in groups, and avoiding alcohol. Her dad is a recovered alcoholic. She used to joke that he came from a small drinking village in Alaska that had a huge fishing problem. He had decided to quit when her sister got hooked on the stuff. Apparently it was one of the things that drew Mr. Graycort to her at college. She was one of the few people “sober enough to see through his bullshit.” “We know you love us and want us safe, Mrs. Graycort,” I said, “and we love you enough not to disrespect your wishes.”

"This recording Is going straight to old Dr Ace so make sure you save it Gray!" Lunette said to Gray who nodded. "Why did you betray your mom Gray? You showed these two where we were didn't you?" Crimson asked as she walked over to where Gray stood and knocked his head gently, Kevin just stood transfixed with his face void of any trace of emotions. "No I didn't! The butler did!" Little Gray defended himself. "Bestie I'm beyond happy today! We are twinning again with Bonnie and Clyde!" Lunette said and hugged Crimson.

Grey followed me and stripped off his sandals, dipping his feet in the water along with me. "Pretty cruel incident," I retorted, sticking my feet in the water and lightly swishing them around like I had before. Grey was silent for a moment before responding, very, very slowly, "You know, I keep saying it, but I'm really sorry about what happened. I know what I did was wrong and I have no excuse, but that doesn't mean I'm not trying to make it right." "I don't know how you could justify rape," I said, raising a brow skeptically, "I mean, not even an Alpha could make that look good. On the other hand, though, you still have a squeaky clean record after trying to lower the required age for offi

The evening sky hung heavy and dark over the deserted street, casting deep shadows over the lonely street of Greenwood. The street lamps flickered weakly, their light barely penetrating the gloom. Despite the danger, a few brave souls could be seen darting quickly between the buildings, their eyes darting nervously from side to side as they hurried home. Each person seemed to be walking with a sense of urgency as if they knew that the werewolf could strike at any moment. The evening setting was eerie, and it was clear that the street was no place for the faint of heart. With werewolf attacks happening frequently, it was a place where danger lurked around every corner and anyone who dared to