Lighter Shade Of Grey Novels & Stories

Christin was indecisive. Sigrid replied, "One is a light ivory shade while the other is a warm beige shade." The groom and groomsmen were clueless. "What the hell? What light ivory shade? What warm beige shade? What are you talking about? When you explain it separately, we can still understand it. However, if you combine them both like this, we can't understand at all!" Sigrid looked at their clueless faces and suddenly felt frustrated. Cyrus looked at the makeup on Rachel's face. Her skin was so fair. She should be using the lighter shade, which made her complexion look a little bit better.

“Okay! What about the other colors? We could do two or three. I don’t really mind either way, but I feel like two lighter colors would look better.” I nodded in agreement and flipped through more pages. “Here!” I exclaimed, showing him a page. “We could do a light yellow and grey with it.” Zarek wrinkled his nose. “I like the grey, but the yellow… it doesn’t feel right.” “What about this color?” I pointed to a peach shade, softer and less vibrant. “It seems like a good background color.” Zarek’s lips curled into a smile. “If we find flowers like this, they’d look so pretty with the green!” He paused, considering the grey again. “But could we do white instead of grey? The grey feels gloomy.”

GRAY Lizzy's house was overly small for Gray to conveniently breath in. Although it was a moderate size building with an interior decorator that defined elegance and simplicity. The house was donned in spotless white and in the parlour contained a long Grey sofa beautified with colorful pillows resting against it. Above the sofa was a large portrait hung on the wall;a beautiful mixture of blue and white painting he couldn't quite depict. There were two Grey arm chairs rooted opposite the sofa and a black glass centre table which carried a Grey coloured sculpture defined like a vase and a plate of sliced Pineapples Lizzy had earlier dropped before storming to the kitchen.

His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out what I was doing, but he answered anyway. “Black.” “That’s not a color,” I said immediately. “It is.” “It’s a shade.” “It’s efficient.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not how colors work.” “It works for me.” “Right.” A faint smirk returned, and for a moment, the tension eased again. “Yours?” He asked. “Blue,” I said without thinking. “Not dark blue. The lighter kind. Like the sky right before it rains.” His gaze sharpened slightly at that, but he didn’t comment.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Taking a deep sharp breath and turned the knob of the door to enter the room but tonight it was a bit different as the windows were closed and the light were on. I was looking at his room for the first time as everything was dripping money from it. There wasn’t much furniture but everything was in dark shades as the soda set at one corner of the room was in grey color with white cushions perfectly placed on it. The headboard of the bed was also in grey color with white colored sheets and same grey colored comforter. The curtains on the other hand were also in white color as his room lacked colors. There should be something like his forest green eyes.

“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?”

And more importantly, Katrina. I materialized to my home in my bedroom. It was the same, but slightly different. It was a lot darker. More eerie, and more Shadows. I was starting to get used to the red tint on everything outside so when I was inside and there was no red tint, it was a little strange. My decor, while it used to be bronze and black, was primarily black now, with very little hints of bronze anywhere. I definitely did not like it. I jumped in my shower though, hurrying to wash the blood off me.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

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