Monochrome Rumor Novels & Stories

“Tell me the truth, Robyn, what’s the color of your problem?” I feign innocence as I shrug my shoulder. “White?” Monique looks at me, her mouth slightly open as she throws her hands in the air. “I think it’s blue,” I say, grinning at my friend. “You’re fucking annoying, you know that, right?” I roll my eyes and pick up the TV remote to resume my serial killer documentary on N*****x. Monique snatches the remote from my hand and glares at me. “Seriously, Robyn. What the fuck? Why are you turning down something as sexy as this? We’re talking about Dominique Gray. Good sex and no commitment. Every girl would kill for a deal as this.”

The dark fluid spilled out across the concrete, and the creatures inside—the twisted, grafted abominations—began to twitch. Nomo stopped. He watched as one of the creatures opened its eyes. They weren't violet, and they weren't red. They were a milky, sightless white, leaking a black ichor that hissed as it touched the floor. The thing let out a sound that wasn't a scream or a growl, but a distorted, multi-tonal vibration that shattered the glass panels of the nearby offices. “Somito, tell me you’re clear!” Nomo shouted, his hand shaking as he raised his tablet to send the emergency burst.

“I’m inviting you to the launch of my company’s new fashion line.” Jayden didn’t even look at the card. “Still not interested.” Donald leaned closer, just enough to whisper but loud enough to hurt. “It’s called MONALISA.” Everything in the room went quiet. Jayden’s lips parted slightly, like he needed air. “What… what did you just say?”

Please Listen! Brian tried to say something to the nurse when he felt a strong blow over his head like someone hit him. He tried to turn around but his injuries made him trip and fall on the floor. All Brian could see was the person’s shoes. Brian recognized those shoes very well as he himself was big fan of shoes. It was 1950s Monk Black Vintage shoes. Brian’s consciousness again gave in and he fell unconscious.

I nod. I just sat there in te silence playing with my fingers listening to the afro beats of Burna Boy's new album. He was hopefully going to win a grammy this year but I doubted it. Someone said the grammy is racist, I disagree but I couldn't speak up because what proof did I have that the grammys are not racist.

RONAN POV My mother has been livid since the rumors began to spread. Not loudly. Not recklessly. No screaming fits. No public meltdowns. That was the most terrifying part. She had gone quiet, the kind of quiet that belongs to predators right before they strike. The calm before a strom The headlines were everywhere now. Blogs, gossip columns, anonymous forums, whispered conversations in boardrooms and charity galas. Victoria Blackthorne isn’t who we thought she was.

"This is a noise-reduced version of an encrypted voice recording. The sender identifies himself as Marcus. The recipient is Cael Grey, currently detained by Parliament. Time of transmission: three forty-seven this morning." The projector's blue light flickered. An audio waveform materialized above the map. The waveform was grey. The same color as Marcus's pupils. Dorian did not play it immediately. His silence spread through the war room. Then he pressed play. The audio opened with a stretch of dead air. Only the faint hiss of electric current. Like something breathing slowly in the dark. Then a voice rose. Soft. Slow. Like the creak of a spine when a book shut too long is opened again.

“I can give you the link if you want.” “Please do,” he said. “I’ll send it to you later. Is Misha aware of it? That some people are spreading nasty rumors against her?’ “I don’t think so,” Soren said. “She’s with me right now. If she’s aware of it, I’m sure, she’d have told me about it.” “She didn’t sound problematic?” “No, she’s alright, she’s acting normal. A rumor like that would make her edgy.”

I grabbed my brush from my purse and began brushing the rest of them out. I never understood how someone could be so cruel and hateful. All I ever did was mind my business and didn’t harm anyone. Yet one mistake ruined it all, and now everyone hates me. I didn’t do what they thought I had done. It was all just rumors and lies exaggerated to make me out to be the bad guy.

building. The moment River hears his voice, his attention gets drawn to the television set. Eyes squinting in annoyance yet intrigue. Entranced by a man that turned him down, just the day before. He glares at Sebastian Black for a long moment, then almost calmly straightens up in a seated position. “Mr. Black, what do you have to say about the Merge with Merit Global?” A female News Reporter approaches Sebastian Black at the live television broadcast before the Black Co. building.