Lighter Shade Of Grey Novels & Stories

She thought aloud. She got up from the bed, and since she got into Grey's room, she was finally able to notice the details his room entails. She noticed his walls were a color of dark grey, and the long armchair was an ash color leather. The floors were made of marbles, and the huge curtains draped on the windows were ash grey in color. The room was wide and spacious, and his closet area was grey too, and so was the drawer at the side of the bed. She noticed the bedsheets of the bed was grey ash and the bedstand, dark grey. The center rug in the room was of grey ash. She shook her head as a slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Was he liking and using these colors because of his nam

She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away. Instead of the standard black or white feathers, she has grey for the base and intermingled throughout the feathers, the artist has blended shades of purple into the grey. The effect is amazing, along with the intricate details making them look like real feathers, and I am unable to hold myself back from touching them.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

Chapter: 24. ****** The misty forest canopy blocked the afternoon sun, which was now at its lowest point, and cast an eerie light over the trees and the ground, which glittered like polished black obsidian. Shadows stretched long and sinuous as they snaked their way between trees, hiding behind rocks and bushes and even the barest hint of a fallen leaf. It took several minutes for the thick blanket to fade away, leaving a patchwork of color in its wake. The sky above the forest remained a clear azure with a few puffy white clouds floating slowly overhead, but beyond the treetops, the world had become a vast array of shades of grey, from deep cobalt blue to pale grey, to dull brown. This gave

The seamstress’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, carefully lifting the gown from the box. The fabric caught the light, shifting softly between tones of gray and lilac… muted, elusive, like twilight caught in cloth. Mira’s eyes sharpened, her curiosity sparked. “What shade is this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with authority. The seamstress lowered her gaze, forcing steadiness into her tone. “Gray lilac, Luna. The dye is rare… almost impossible to find. I had only enough to make this one gown.”

The pre-dawn light that filtered into the penthouse was the color of a fresh bruise, a pale grey-blue that fought to illuminate the city sleeping below. But here, all the lights blazed. There was a buzz of purpose, electric tension in the air. It was the lull before the storm, but this time, one they were generating themselves.

Seth motioned for them to move through the narrow space, which they did, crowding together to squeeze through. The lighting changed here. In the part of the building she was more familiar with, the lights were bright, and there were several light rods in each overhead case. Here, there were merely bare bulbs that hung from the ceiling spaced out so that there were plenty of areas full of shadows. The walls weren’t the pristine white of the other part of the building. Instead, they were a dull gray.

Clearing her throat she began a conversation as a form of distracting her from this man's presence. "You're telling me that you hate any bright colours and that is why your house is basically a mobster's dream home?" She stated flailing the document in her hand in front of them. "I wouldn't say I hate other colours. I just prefer dark shades like black and grey and a light shade of white, makes things easier to clean and its also quite a lovely combination in my eyes" "Lovely combination? The whole house looks depressing and dark, someone could literally trip on their own feet because of how dark the place is!"

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

I missed Remi and Angie, but I knew that, so I didn't hold on to unnecessary items from the past. I showered the dried blood off. When I stepped out of the shower, I wiped the mirror down with a towel. My freckled face looked back through grey eyes. They were officially blue, but it was like all the color had leaked from them, leaving only the grey. My dark blonde hair looked ashy brown from the shower. I combed long, straight locks out with a brush. I braided it back and headed out with no makeup on. I dressed in my store smock with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath the pale yellow to cover up the swirled lines on my arms, then wore a pair of black dress pants.