Novel & Cerita Grey X Gauche

There's even a grey open bra and open restoring lingerie for me. I gently sigh then shook my head. I started putting some of my clothes, beside Hecate's clothes in our walk-in closet. I started organizing my clothes beside Hecate's, most of Hecate's clothes, are grey. I don't know where she got her obsession with grey, but she and her friends are so weird. Skye's been obsessed with brown, Hecate with grey, Lilith with Red, Katya with White, Amelia with Green, Elena with Blue, Dominique with Maroon, and even Nyx joined their craziness, with her being obsessed with the black color.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

“You showed it to Tristan.” I froze. That was true but she hadn’t been there. Only he had seen it and me. “No one else knows about the color,” she continued, almost absentmindedly. My pulse began to rise. “The color?” I repeated carefully. She nodded. “Yeah. It’s Grey.” The word hit me harder than it should have. Grey. It was not white, not normal, it was grey. My throat went dry. “Wait,” I said slowly. “How do you know it was grey?”

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

Harvey's POV "Anything else you want to know about me?" Greyson inquired and I glanced at him. He was leaned back confidently in the seat and he steered with only one arm "What's your favourite colour?" I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind while watching him before turning back to stare ahead just in time to catch a glimpse of the medium sized sign board on the side of the road that displayed; WELCOME TO GNOMESVILLE in bold letters

I respond. He looks at his phone “Hmm, let’s see. It says if your favorite color is grey, it’s because you don’t like attracting attention to yourself. You choose neutral colors to blend in. Grey can indicate a balanced, intelligent personality who is a good problem solver. In some cases, grey is associated with technology, social media, and modern solutions.” He looks up at me. “So that means you hate attracting attention, you’re smart and love technology?” It sounds like he’s asking me. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess that is true. I do tend to avoid attracting attention to myself unless I’m on the runway… Let’s see I have a degree in web design so that does mean technology. I don’t believe

She gently tilted the face towards her, but what she met with shocked her to the core. He had light brown hair; the colour of whiskey-on-ice which was fitting since even your first encounter with him was enough to find yourself intoxicated. The colour of fallen leaves, browning with the last rains of Autumns, reminding you that this was the end of a season. His eyes were unseeing but remained slightly ajar revealing tiny flecks of hazel intermingled within his grey eyes. The kind of grey that resembled the lead of a pencil, which was fitting because he had that ability to empower you, to help you with your sense of direction and to decipher right from wrong.

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

“Hey! Zi! Sto- hahahaha -op hahahaha! I’m warning yo- hahahaha. Pleassseee hahahaha. Okaayyy hahahaha okay! Okay! Hahahaha” “That’s not fair! You know that’s my weakness,” Gray said, pissed, but she eventually sat up. “Okay, I’m up. What do you want from me, you little-old-human?” Zia smiled from ear to ear while she grabbed Gray's pajama. *** “Seriously? You want me to dress like this?No! No no no. Definitely no!” For the first time ever, Gray was wearing a gown. It has puffy pink sleeves with white ruffled edges, and it’s bottom was white, with more ruffled edges.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.