Novel & Cerita Grey X Gauche

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Gael cocked a sarcastic smile. "You want to educate me" he dared to chuckle "You, a person with little courage, hardly know what you're looking for." Alisha leaned closer. "It was such fun to leave me with a thousand eyes speculating." "You give it so much relevance" he averted his gaze. Gael Williams was a head taller than her, he had beautiful gray eyes, his mane was disheveled and a few drops of water trickled down his temple, he observed that person. His wife had blonde hair, beautiful lips, a little shorter than him, her eyes were blue.

Zyair never wanted to dye his hairs but he also didn't like the few grey hairs. "Well I have few grey hairs too." Kylian chuckled as they both were twins. They weren't identical but still there were few similarities. "Zyair had grey hairs genetically but some people have grey hairs because they always stay grumpy with high blood pressure." Anya rolled her eyes as everyone knew to whom it was referred. Kylian just glanced at her smirking. He would deal with her later. *

Suggesting colors like he was a painter of some sort “um sure, I’ll take that into consideration. Please have a seat” Grey gestured to the empty couch behind them

My shoulders slumped in relaxation at the easing effect. I sighed, letting my back hit the wall and tipped my head back to have the water grace my face and run down my chest. I closed my eyes to welcome my tiredness. Grey eyes popped into my mind. They were a very pretty shade, they kinda reminded me of wolves. Her burnett messy wavy hair which she had more than half of it falling to her left. Her small oval face was cute. Pointed nose and very long lashes, she was really pretty. Her thick brows held slight arches.

I cocked my head, a wide grin spread across my face as I tried to take a step backwards. "Ellena, get the fucking shoes and let's get going!" Grey's voice released vapour into the air as he sat so comfortably. He looked down to his thighs, adjusted one of them, and swept off a tiny dirt which was lying on there. Maybe they were about going out, to a place I knew not.

I walk over to the bed, the three dresses laid out, “Which one should I wear, Sergio?” “We shall vote,” he looks at Simone, Philipe, and myself. “Bleu,” Simone points. “Grey, definitely grey,” Philipe states. Sergio looks my way, “Hmmmm, they are all so beautiful. How do I choose?” I question. I move closer to the gowns and run my fingers over them. The grey dress caught my eye; the color was oddly familiar. Then it dawns on me. Nathan… it’s the color of his eyes. The same sparkle, too, with the iridescent sparkle. “The grey one! I want to wear the grey one!” I declare.

The room was unfamiliar, tastefully decorated in shades of grey and white. The room I found myself in was a masterclass in understated masculine elegance. The color palette was a symphony of cool greys and crisp whites, punctuated by accents of deep charcoal and rich espresso brown. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows adorned with gauzy white sheers, casting a soft, diffused glow across the space.

"Lexia? What the hell are you doing here?" I feel a hand on my shoulder, making me turn. Grayson stood directly in front of me, looking practically edible. His dark suit made him looking so dazzling, as well as his tie and paper thin gloves the exact same silvery colour of his eyes. He runs his gaze over me, not bothering to keep his observations to himself. "I was just with Jasper," I find myself saying. Grayson furrows his brow in confusion. Seeing him standing in front of me, all dressed up, is overwhelming. As is the urge to touch him. But I brush that thought away, trying to concentrate on what he is saying.

“Grey?” Ronan clutched his chest in offense. “Grey? Seriously? Why do you think so little of me?” Nerina rolled her eyes. “Grey is not little.” “It is little,” he argued. “It is very little.” “Actually,” Aleron cut in, smirking, “it suits you.” “Shut up,” Ronan snapped, and quickly slid into a seat just to avoid further humiliation. “Anyway. Mine’s brown.” Nerina gasped. “Brown? Really? That’s…aww! I love it!”