Lighter Shade Of Grey Novels & Stories

he asked. “Any color is fine for me. You can choose,” I replied without thinking. “I guess you’re right. Any color would be fine as long as it’s either white or black; however, things get a little more troublesome and complicated when they’re various shades of gray. Don’t you agree, Dahlia?” he asked before grinning my way. “Maybe you can get me rainbow pieces. I would rather prefer life to be colorful,” I replied as I pretended not to know what he was talking about or trying to get at.

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

"Green, gold and grey. Grey table runners. Green will be the flowers. Gold could be the accent colour. The rest will be white. But that's just an example." "I have a few pictures", Mary chimed in and laid them out in front of us. Michael and I took a good look at the pictures. To my surprise, Michael loved the pale pink, sage and grey colour scheme with the golden pops of colour, as well as the last two pictures Mary had shown us.

That felt like luxury. Grey had noticed changes in himself lately. Not dramatic ones–nothing that would stop traffic but enough that people saw it. The dark circles under his eyes had faded. His shoulders sat lower, less hunched under invisible weight. He'd bought new shirts the week before, ones that actually fit instead of hanging off him like apologies. Lisa had insisted, pulling him through a shop with the determination of a woman on a mission. "You walk differently now," she'd said. "Your clothes should match."

Alessia blurted out changing my shirt to bright neon green. Edwin choked on his milk, shaking his head rapidly after calming down, “that definitely clashes,” he remarked stuffing his mouth once again. You would think he would slow down a bit. “A light shade of blue maybe?” Abigail asked, obviously thinking out loud, flicking her wrist just as Anna changed it to blue and Alessia to purple.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

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.

Horizon Cole's Point of View: I applied my usual light make-up on, but still with subtle colors that were enough to accentuate my natural skin tone. I was not preferred to have a heavy one, since I did not have a night party to attend. The lighter shade of concealer that match my skin tone was the usual concealer I used to make it more looked natural. Then, a light brown shade of eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, and mascara. I was thinking of the shade of lipstick that will match my outfit for this day, but end up using my go-to peachy-natural-looking matte lipstick shade with a darker shade of red on my inner-lower lip.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."