Grey X Gauche Novels & Stories

She put extra stress on the term owner. When she approached me to tuck my shirt's button, her body trembled, but I remained calm and was able to tease her. "Miss Neve, could you tell me the names of some other gray colors?" She is completely focused on tucking the button. She didn't even place a single hand on my chest. Why doesn't this girl seem to care that I'm there? "Glaucous. gray slate. Gray-green. Marengo. You can have it next time for your gray collection." She tucked the button in and buttoned my shirt.

Cheeks burning red, she tried not to look towards her right. The steam of the hot water of shower was doing a great job to condense at the glass walls and blur the vision of his naked self. Gracie could still see the upper half of his body with the corner of her eyes. Her cheek turns into a hint of crimson as she viewed the bewitching scene of his back muscle clenching while he washes his hair. His fingers vanished in his hair which appeared a darker colour than usual due to being wet. Dark grey, it was. 'Damn, that's hot.' She fanned herself mentally, trying to keep her calm.

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

Keyara said, fixing her slightly disheveled clothes. Grey felt dissatisfied, "Why? Don't you miss me? I miss you." Keyara shook her head, then spoke softly, "I'm sorry... I'm just so confused, Gi. This is all too sudden." Keyara then gazed towards the beach, where the waves roared, and the wind blew. A chilling sensation passed through her neck, making Keyara realize this wasn't right, and a sense of guilt instantly engulfed her. Grey observed the girl beside him. Even today, Grey remains captivated by the resemblance between Catty and Keyara.

When I got home that evening Matteo's front door was unlocked the way it always was when he knew I was coming and I pushed it open and stopped. Grey was standing in the middle of the living room in a white shirt that was no longer white in any meaningful sense. Red and blue and yellow and green covered the fabric in smudges and splatters and streaks, the kind of comprehensive paint coverage that suggested not one but many hours of enthusiastic if not entirely skilled artistic effort. His hair was slightly pushed back. There was a smear of blue paint on his cheek. He looked up when I came in and the expression on his face was something I had not seen on it before. He looked content.

I refuse to carry the fucking thing that way and place it on a belt attachment I carry for just this reason. Alphonso is sitting behind the glass at the first entrance and I give him a wave. He speaks on his radio and I’m immediately buzzed through the heavy door, wait for it to close, and hear the buzz of the second door. Gray is the color scheme of choice throughout the entire building—every wall, every door, every counter. You would think they’d use baby-shit yellow to accent the smell.

I can here the strain from Greyson's voice. I look up and notice that Grey's eye color darkens to denim blue. "Are you alright?" I ask him while rubbing his chest comfortingly. Base on Grey Grey's expression, he looks like he's in pain rather than relax. "No." He whisper then he stood up so fast that I realize he's already in the bathroom once I came down from my shock. "What just happened?" I ask no one. 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

Nathan had called it before. Now it's just Nathan and Grayson. I give Grayson a warning look.'dont dare lose.' 'i wont' he mouths back ,sending me that smile he always have on. "Name of colours." Grayson states. "Indigo." Colours ,Nathan sucks at Colours .how did he know. "Blue." Nathan reply. "Violet." "Black." "White." "Ummh....red." Nathan stutters out. "Well,you lose Nathan." Marco taps on his shoulder with a sorry smile."and the winner is Grayson."

The sound of wood shattering managed to penetrate his sex fog and he stopped to listen. “What are you doing? Don’t stop!” Her voice sounded almost inhuman. “I heard something.” Ian straightened his arms to lift his torso high enough from the floor to look out of the window. When she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back to her, he noticed her eyes were once hazel eyes were black as night. “You must continue,” she insisted with surprising urgency.

"Abeg wetin we go chop jare." "Eba!...e be like say small garri still dey." "Ope oo..." Daniel exclaimed. "Hunger don dey waya me tey tey" ############ ZOEY "Where are you coming from?" "Jesus!" Zoey screamed,switching on the lights of the parlour only to reveal Gray sitting on one of the fine couches with a glass of whiskey across his hand whilst his right leg were crossed over his left giving space for his Louis Vuitton shoe to gleam and his red suit complementing them.