Grey X Gauche Novels & Stories

The man smirks and nods, “Oh, I know. I didn’t come here not knowing who I was coming to see.” Greyson nods, but blinks and focuses on the middle distance to see the man’s aura. His was yellow, which surprised him, charismatic and positive. He shakes his head slightly letting his focus slip back to normal. He didn’t sense any betrayal, but his sight was not as accurate as Celine’s gift. Seb sighs,

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

Grey said, covering his eyes. Shaun and Austin both hurriedly stands up as they move few steps away from each other. "You're such a jerk, Grey." Shaun said, frowning and rolling his eyes at him. "You should've excused youself voluntarily, dumb." Austin said in gritted teeth. Grey hysterically laughed at them. Even putting both of his hands in his stomach. "Oh! I'm sorry. I never really see anything." he said, waving his hands. Shaun and Austin felt relieved for a second. Only to be embarrassed by what Grey has told them next.

Something that smelled like it could strip paint. "You look like you're about to either cry or kill someone." The voice was low. Unhurried. The kind of voice that didn't ask for your attention – it just took it. "Either way, you need something stronger than that." I looked up. Steel grey eyes. The kind of grey that wasn't soft – wasn't misty or gentle or any of the words people used to make grey sound pretty. This grey was a knife edge. A frozen lake. The color of something that could cut you if you touched it wrong.

In fact, almost everything in his room were two colors- black and grey. Yara flashed him a smile which Grayson found suspicious as he slightly knitted his brows and watched her walk towards the windows, parting the curtains for a little light and plenty air. Then she went to the light switch and turned off almost all the lights that were on, leaving only one that was shining in the center of the room. Grayson's eyes widened as he stared at her for fifteen seconds straight, his right hand still glued on his wine glass which he held in the air.

It was a symbol of everything she wanted to forget. The sleek glass façade of Gray's Company Building shimmered in the sunlight, its 27 stories towering over the bustling city below. Inside, the front hall exuded understated luxury, with elegant decor chosen to reflect the company's powerful reputation. It was said that Lucien Gray himself had designed the layout, each detail a testament to his impeccable taste.

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

I apologise inwardly and run straight towards Grey who got lost in the crowd. I look around the store for Grey but he's out of my sight, just how badly he wanted to stalk them? "Pstt pst" "Pst pst" I heard someone whispering behind the women skirt row, I inspect it closely and saw a giant foot sticking out oddly. I wanted to smack him for going to this extent, we would get arrested if the staff saw us. Grey wore his home dress, that is a yellow old t-shirt that has a hole in his armpit, his pants are the worse, he looks like a homeless person who steals cloth for his food.

Black, this has always been a picture of misfortune, however, people with this aura often is being close to death, their time in earth was limited, they are selfish and stubborn, it will take forever to changed that. Gray, people with this aura are always skeptical; trust is not for them, even with tons of facts, and evidence before them; they always see the glass half empty, but they are great ally, they are prepared to offer someone their lives. White, most people have this aura, it was well known to be a balance aura; they are neither good nor bad, they aren’t giver nor receiver. They are just balance, standing in between, they don’t often go in a battle they may be exposed, they always w

Kat shoved the box away and stared at the high ceilings. Everything was happening so fast. Working on the Jourdan project was confidential and highly important, but she still didn't understand. It just didn't make sense to have it transferred to GreyCorps with no prior notice to her and even why. GreyCorps was a tech company that focused on creating accessories that brought people together—apps, love bracelets, lamps but nothing in the category of clothing designs.