Grey X Gauche Novels & Stories

We’d been outside where we knew the front door was, despite the illusion holding strong, for only about ten seconds before all hell broke loose. Grey came barreling out of the building like a bear advancing on its dinner. He looked awful. His dark hair was a complete mess, sticking up in every possible direction. His eyes were swollen and rimmed in red and purple. His clothes looked about three days old, and it was obvious he hadn’t showered in just as long. Will stumbled out after him, not looking any better. “The two of you have some fucking explaining to do.” Grey bit out.

No, why would he? "It's Grey." He said and my eyes widened. I immediately put my hands on his chest and sat on his waist. "Grey?" I asked and he nodded. "Dark Grey or Light Grey?" I asked. He narrowed his eyes at me and grabbed my waist. What's with this gaze?

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

“Mrs. Graycort, these are my cousins from Boston. My Aunt Cass’s girls, Christine and Chastity Mactire.” “Pleasure! Come in! I’ll see if Mina is available. If she’s not here, they’re probably next door coming up with some new makeup or something,” Mrs. Graycort held the door open, and we came in. “Did you get my text?” Kam asked when we came inside. I laughed. “Was she really so jealous?” Rose snorted. “She was greener than a sick leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.” “Leprechauns aren’t green,” Chrissy said. I groaned. “They have very tan skin, and hate being referred to as ‘little people.’ They also suck at tipping.”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

She thought aloud. She got up from the bed, and since she got into Grey's room, she was finally able to notice the details his room entails. She noticed his walls were a color of dark grey, and the long armchair was an ash color leather. The floors were made of marbles, and the huge curtains draped on the windows were ash grey in color. The room was wide and spacious, and his closet area was grey too, and so was the drawer at the side of the bed. She noticed the bedsheets of the bed was grey ash and the bedstand, dark grey. The center rug in the room was of grey ash. She shook her head as a slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Was he liking and using these colors because of his nam

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

"I'm screwed, aren't i?" Grey didn't laugh or smile. Instead, he walked to a large wardrobe. "I'll give you a pair of my clothes to wear in the meantime. Go to your room and don't cause any more trouble." He retrieved a pair of sport shorts, and a grey shirt, both of which carried his scent heavily. it wasn't until then I figured out it was his room, and my eyes hungrily took in every detail I could about Grey. His room, just like his name, and his whole personality, was neutral. Black binds, white walls. Black furniture.

❦•: 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.

"You smell weird, it's like you have someone else's scent on you" Alexis gulped, not liking the odd tone of Gray, his eyes that seem to be a warning. Alexis chuckled nervously. Something just didn't feel right, like the way his usual fresh rain scent that Alexis used to like had now turned into something sour and bitter, the usual cheerful glint in his eyes was nowhere to be found and his aura, that used to be light and colorful was now thick and black that it brought an awful feeling to Alexis's stomach. "I might have brushed against someone on my way here"