Monochrome Rumors 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 lull in the Maine house was no longer peaceful. It was an empty space, and nature, the press, abhorred an empty space. By half-morning, it had been taken over by a low, constant thrum—the hum of rumor building to a roar. It started on the money networks. Men in well-tailored suits stood before monitors split between the Roberts Global stock ticker (still struggling) and Clarkson's corporate headshot official photo, their analysis biting and pure.

Heath’s mother and Lora Salem both looked as confused as Jules. “Have you heard the rumors, boys?” Abigail asked them directly. Rhett hunched in on himself, his hair falling over his face. Under the surface of the table, his thumb rubbed at a drawing the of Triquetra triangle on his wrist as if seeking to erase the evidence of his knowledge. Cameron looked at Heath openly, something which all the adults noted, their eyes all going to Heath as well. “We know the rumors,” Heath replied calmly, though his palm was sweating against Cameron’s.

Xavier clasped his arms behind him waiting for an answer. "Hmmm" Stone mumbled as he gently massaged his jaw. "I see what you have there, but there's a problem" Xavier arched his brow at Stone trying to figure out what the problem might be. "Moon works with no one. He is a one-man squad. I will notify him of the situation, but you can continue with your search party while he's on his." He gestured to the girls to continue their massage and immediately Xavier let out a slight bow and took his leave.

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.

he cautiously asked Gray. “Huh? What rumours?” Clueless as always, Gray only gave a shrug on his shoulders. “Oh man, it’s actually nothing important, but it’s about you-“ Leon wore a sorry expression on his face. “Me? AGAIN?!” (／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧ “What’s the rumours this time?” He asked while covering his face. “It’s funny actually. I don’t know where this came from, but people were saying that someone said you’re selling cyclops meats,”

Very interesting. “Sorry,” Marcus said carefully. “But the press is outside again.” Exhaustion crashed through me. “Already?” Marcus nodded grimly. “There are also rumors spreading online.” Fear crept back. “What rumors?” Marcus hesitated, then looked toward Damien before answering. “The media thinks you and Damien are hiding a relationship.” Silence filled the room. My stomach knotted instantly. Because the terrifying part was that the lines between scandal and real emotion were starting to blur dangerously fast.

"He has a perverted brain!" "Mr. Dominik is a handsome, wealthy Caucasian, it's normal for his brain to be perverted when Rico is so inappropriate," said Monica, who immediately received a sharp glare from her best friend's dark irises. Monica immediately pursed her lips as she forced a smile at her best friend; she was wrong to have offended the jerk.

The room felt colder without her presence, but no less suffocating. I did not want my wife. I could not touch her. I could not even pretend anymore. All I saw when I closed my eyes was Chloe. That truth settled heavily in my chest. My phone rang. The sound cut through the silence sharply. I looked at the screen. Marcus. I answered immediately. “Sir,” he said. His voice was tense. “We have a situation.” My body tightened. “What kind.” “The rumors are back,” he replied. “They are spreading fast.”

“Where did this false information come from?” Conan hurriedly put his phone in his pocket and said to Mona, "Some idiots are spreading rumors online. Don't look now; I've got it.” He then stepped to the window and made a call, frowning the whole time. Conan ridiculed her a lot, yet he was the Gray family's heir. Why had he suddenly grown so serious? Mona thought about it for a moment before checking her phone. The most popular topic on T*****r was #Sydney Pregnancy#, which was accompanied by a giant red "Breaking" symbol.