Grey Morals Novels & Stories

(Abbi's POV) Hearing Mable Bell's words, I hurried to Gray's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gray, who was delirious and dumbfounded, and Mable Bell, who was standing by his side, asking him some very simple questions. "Are you the murderer?" "Yes," Gray replied blankly. "Why did you do it?" "Because I like Abbi Miller and want to help her kill Flora, the woman she hates." Gray's eyes were dull when he said those words. It would be great if he said these words in front of the police!

"So, the real him never slipped through his facade, ha? I need to commend my grandson. He had become an expert in masking his real persona." "Why? Is the real Alonzo—" I cursed in a low voice, "Leandro, is the real him an awful person?" "How am I to describe the real him?" Lucio hummed to himself. "Leandro was never evil nor good. He stood exactly between the lines of that thing." "He's morally gray, in other words." "Yes." "Is that all? What made him morally gray though? Was it because he's a ruthless businessman? Was it because he ruins people like it's the easiest thing to do?"

We met when my father got sick, he was sharing a chemo room with her mother, luckily her mother did great, my father didn't take it. "Cheers to... two weeks in Spain, and the clean slate." Erica cheers, her glass in the air. "To a clean slate!"

He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time? Gage knew the time would come again, his memories of her and his love was already fading, he could feel the war and hatred of him and Jayden returning. He remembered the vampires who killed his family. His lust to kill Jayden and his bloodline returning. He would find his daughter and kill her. The game has begun again, who would kind Jade this time, the search for Jade begins now.

But Gray Family has no gossip. Gray Family is mysterious. Was Lucien Gray abandoned by his mother? Why did he shout so? There are countless reasons in Nina Morrison brain but there is no need to find the answer. Because at the moment, Lucien Gray's expression hurts her. In the public view, he has been very ruthless and tyrannical. Nina Morrison has never seen him so helpless. The sharpness and indifference in his eyes now turn into deep loss and confusion. Lucien Gray smokes gracefully but Nina Morrison can see that he is just smoking to hide his panic.

The smell of loss that never quite leaves a life once it has entered it deeply enough. My mother’s death sat between Blackthorn and Red Maw like an old open wound that had scarred badly and never stopped hurting underneath. “Maybe,” my father said, and that quiet maybe carried more weight than anybody else’s certainty could have done. Red Maw were filth. Not because they were rivals. Not even because they were violent. Any of us could become violent under the right pressure. No, what made them rotten was that there was no shape to their hunger anymore. No discipline. No clean line beneath it. Drugs moved through them like sickness. They were weak, vicious, exiles, the sort who could not hold

I lowered my gaze and felt the emotion strike me in the gut. “The world isn’t black-and-white. Not all criminals are evil, and not all law-abiding citizens are good. There’s so much gray area there. You’ve been living in that shade for a long time, so you understand exactly what I mean. Your family may be laundering money and facilitating criminal meetings and the drug trade, but that doesn’t make them bad people.” “Wow…that’s rich.”

“Yeah excuse you. Ignoring the instructions of the host is rude. The invite clearly specified black and white attire. What is this?” “I don’t think that should be a problem.” The woman stepped forward with a serene smile. “I’m Brent Gray. Nice to meet you.” Melissa’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in utter shock, almost popping out of their sockets. “What? G…Gray as in..” “I’m the daughter of Mr Gray of Gray corporation. I’m representing my father here. He’s not in good health. What I did not know is that this is how you welcome your guests. I’m hig….”

There has to be someone to keep his hands tainted with bad blood in order to maintain the scale from tipping off balance. I stood up, and my body suddenly felt tired and begged me to go to bed. I zeroed my way into the hallway, but before I get past Simone, I stop my tracks. “The world isn’t always black and white, Simone,” I say, turning my gaze to him. “There are always other shades of gray. All you have to do is chose the lesser evil to maintain the balance.” He scoffs, shaking his head, and then his expression changes into contempt. “And do you think Damon is the lesser evil?” I held my head and responded resolutely. “I do.”

- At the moment. - This is Yana, - removing the sound, Gray explained and returned to breakfast. “Her father…” A large piece of bacon and eggs fell out of his mouth into his hand, and he deftly sent them back. “One of the largest arms dealers in the country,” Gray continued champing as if nothing had happened. - In this city, she kind of represents his interests. Alyosha, whose manners, in fact, were also far from ideal, almost grimacing, looked at the frankly dirty motorcyclist and put his fork aside, also banging it on the table as a sign of loss of appetite.