Grey Novels & Stories

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Jillie I didn’t know what to say. It was absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect than what I was looking at as a room for our little girl. It was done in sky blue and pale yellow. He’d painted the ceiling, and there were clouds all over it. The floor had been done in the same blue, but it was more textured. The crib was sand brown with a blue and yellow color scheme for bedding. There was an armchair and ottoman of the same color as well.

The morning light shines in through the crack in the dark green curtains that cover the bay window in Riley's room. It stirs Riley from her deep sleep, where she lays on her stomach on top of her queen size bed with her duvet tossed to the foot of the bed in a heaping mess. Her long, brown, naturally wavy hair flows in different directions as she peeks and shields her eyes from the sun. She had been dreaming of her 20th birthday that was coming up, which would signify her spot in the pack, and the first time she were to shift.

I focus my eyes on the front trying to dissipate the dark stain, blinking several times getting rid of it. -You finally wake up- William enters with a tray of water and some food. -How long have I slept?- he puts the tray carefully on my legs, I don't take long to take the glass of water to give it a sip. - Two days- I choke with the water and start coughing- And don't be scared but...your left eye is black- he holds a small mirror to me, my left eye which used to be blue is now black, I look at myself confused.

Ace ruffled the kid's blonde hair that caught a sliver of the sun, making it look golden. "He's trying to be strong for mommy, isn't that right, Rhys?" A beautiful woman with similar golden locks came to the door. She couldn't have been much older than Ace with gentle features and piercing grey eyes. Ace's lips pressed in a thin line as he stood to his feet again, "He shouldn't have to, Gabby." "I know, I know," she sighed, gesturing with a gentle smile for Ace and me to come in before softly telling her son, "go finish up your lunch."

Frowning I merely stared at him strangely, my ears were ringing from the heat I felt deep within my belly. “How did you know that?” Groban merely sighed before pulling my backpack from my shoulders and throwing it down alongside his, turning to look back at me something in his eyes changed, it darkened in a way I had not anticipated and then out of nowhere his eyes had become bright yellow almost illuminated by something as his eyes stayed fixed on mine. The energy I felt from his body was intimidating to say the least. My stomach turned into knots and my heartbeat picked up as I kept my eyes on his, everything started burning as I suddenly screamed out in pain.

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.

As the shirt he wore was left unbottoned, I could still see the deep mark on his chest where Alan had sqeezed his heart and I placed my hand on it. “ Does it still hurt ” I asked. “ Yeah, I can still feel pain it hurts like hell ” he said. “ I'm sorry ” I said and looked up to him. “ Stop blaming yourself, it wasn't your fault ” he said and I smiled lightly. I noticed the difference in him now, his eyes were no longer black but grey, they were no longer veins on his forehead and neck. “ Your eyes ” I said in shock. “ My eyes ? ” “ Yes, they are no longer black ”