Grey X Gauche Novels & Stories

', and the smirks on their faces that say claim that they are better than the people they are talking to. Very few have genuine looks, most directed to their partners. "Xander!" My boss visibly freezes, I look up at him curiously then try to look behind me. I feel like I'm looking in a mirror, Grey snr is a literal copy of his son just a bit older looking and the only different feature they have is the colour of their eyes. Meanwhile my boss's are brown, his are blue. Mr Grey downs his drink and plants it on a passing tray then turns us around, I notice that his slightly relaxed demeanor is now replaced by a stoic face that shows no emotion at all.

I'll add Cerulean for her blush. A combination of Burnt Sienna, Terra Rosa, Viridian and White would be perfect for her contours, this would give justice to the height of her cheek bones, emphasizing every edge, each soft curve. For her beautiful wavy hair, Transparent Oxide Red, Viridian, White and Tera Rosa, which will present the waves and the silk elegantly. I inhaled the scent of paint and the wet canvas, and I imagined Candice to be a girl who loves lavender and so I mixed the pigments Rose and Ultramarine Blue for the background which created a perfect soft purple, like lavender.

Sad! I did not want to throw on anything black yet so I grabbed a simple monochrome blouse and some high-waist jeans before grabbing my car keys and going to look for Gray. I found him in the living room dressed in grey. I smiled weakly. It was probably a good idea to wear his comfort colour. He might feel a little better in it. “Ready?”

“No, you do not.” “What about me?” Natasha asked, breaking the tension. Delphine dragged her stare from my face and did the same perusal of Natasha’s body as she had with Jada and me. A quiet hum left her lips after a couple seconds. “That’s interesting. Yours is similar to Lilac’s, only it’s not grief that’s clouding your aura. Huh, I wonder what that is. It’s not black, but almost—almost grey? It’s like a mist or fog.” She leaned in, concentrating. “It keeps swirling. I can’t make out what’s underneath. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it’s hiding—”

Liora could feel it more than see it: areas of vibrant, healthy green, vast stretches of a dull, listless grey, and disturbing, festering patches of a corrosive black. “What are we looking at, Kael?” Ronan asked, his brow furrowed. “It is the state of the Balance,” Kael said, his voice low and intense. “The true Balance. Not just in our mountain, but in the world. The green is health, life, harmony. The grey is… numbness. Apathy. The land and its people, just existing, without joy or pain. And the black…” He paused, his finger tracing one of the dark patches. “The black is the Iron Guard’s legacy. It is a void. A place where the song of life has been silenced. Where fear and control have sco

I finally got the middle-aged woman’s order and took it straight to the kitchen. There were five people sitting at table. Three men and two women. They were all outworldly beautiful, but only one caught my attention, one very beautiful male. His striking grey eyes were the first thing I noticed, as it seemed to pierce through my entire being, shaking me to the core. His brown hair looked thick and wavy, and I wanted so badly to sink my hand in it, to feel it run through my fingers. The urge was almost irresistible. His lips were pink and full, his sharp jawline covered in stubble. He wore a black tailored suit that fit him like a glove, his muscles very prominent through the suit. He was bea

I'm guessing you're hungry" he goes to the fridge and opens the door so I can no longer see him "Xavier please turn around" I beg him "We have lasagna," he says completely ignoring me. Getting impatient with him I rush towards him and turn him around. "Can you please just look a-" Stunned I let out a gasp. His... his beautiful. Scary. And fuck me but sexy He has jet-black hair that's jelled all the way back the look insinuating his perfect face. One strand hangs loosely on his forehead giving him a boyish look Looking at his eyes I take a pause. These are the eyes that countlessly protected me. Taking a step closer to him I see that his right eye is a beautiful hue of brown. Oh, but his left

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.