Novel & Cerita Grey Ones

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

"There is no variable, Cale. It is math. 1 minus 1 equals 0." "We are not numbers," Elion said, stepping up beside Cale. He took Cale’s numb hand in his. "We are husband and husband." Mr. Grey looked at their joined hands. He looked at the ring. He sighed. He closed the ledger. He put the document back in the briefcase. "Very well," Mr. Grey said. "I am required to log your refusal." He stood up. "But I must warn you," Mr. Grey said. "The system does not like anomalies. It will escalate. The next 'accident'... it won't be a falling light. It will be a natural disaster."

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

Ruby’s voice faltered, and both she and Hector turned toward the source. From the dim corner of the room, where the harsh light cast long shadows, Don Gray stayed slumped in his restraints. His body, once imposing, now seemed frail and brittle. His hands were still bound above his head, his wrists raw and bleeding. His feet, marred by the needles embedded in the floor, left small, crimson pools beneath him.

My smile faded instantly. Standing right behind the sleek frame of a custom sports car was Gray. He was completely dressed up in his grand, custom-made prince outfit…a midnight-black tailored suit with silver wolf-head emblems stitched into the lapels, his broad shoulders throwing a long, intimidating shadow across the stone pavement. His dark eyes rose, locking straight onto my face.