Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

There's nothing music can't solve. I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall with my backside. I set an alarm for five minutes prior, so I won't miss the start of lectures and once students start rushing out of the class, that'll also be my cue. I let my heart dance to the rhythm of the song. A line caught my attention. 'They say he's morally grey, What can I say, grey's my favourite colour' My eyes widened when I heard that line. Grey.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

"You are absolutely right my friend, I do deserve it. And one more thing that I deserve is a pizza and movie night with my best friend in the whole wide world before I leave." "Ohhh I'm already on it Nick." We spent tonight with our all time classics such as "How to lose a guy in 10 days","13 going on 30" and ofcourse "Dirty dancing". I love me some Swayze. I got up early in the morning and check that I have my passport my ticket in my bag before I went down and take a taxi. I got to the airport with some time to spare so I picked up a book so I would pass my time in the plane. I went to the customs security ,I got some funny looks for being the adult woman carrying an old teddy bear. My fa

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I'm still not saying that it's right to harm or kill anyone, but I feel slightly less disgusted by it now. "Why does Gray lend money to people like that then?" I ask after a moment. "Business. He has high interest rates, so it's either pay or get dealt with. It's funny...they never think Gray is serious about hunting them down for his money until I show up on their doorstep." Before I can ask him anything else, his soft chuckle fills the air. "Get some sleep. You're asking too many questions." I snort. "Well, thanks for answering them. You guys have always been so secretive about everything."

his father warned, his voice steady but laced with quiet authority. Grey exhaled sharply, setting his glass down with a controlled calmness that only seemed to mask the storm brewing beneath his exterior. “I’m just saying,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “if this is about morality, you’re hardly the right person to be preaching it to me. after all, you had a mistress while mom was still alive” grey’s eyes met with Felix’s moms, and then he added “and you married her immediately after mom’s death”

Keyara's mind; Truly unsettling. Why does he keep staring at me with that awkward and uncomfortable gaze? Is he a playboy, womanizer, or... oh God, the worst, a maniac! I can even feel my uneasy heartbeat warning me. He's a businessman named Grey, which I know means "gray" in English. Is he called that because of his grayish behavior? I can't stop thinking negatively about this man because he won't stop staring at me.

she said and sat on the table behind Zia's seat and put one foot up on Zia's table. "Why so grumpy so early in the morning, Gray?" asked Zia as she pushed Gray's foot down. "I just saw that bitch Annie hooking up with Chaddy in the library," said Gray. Zia sneered, "What were you doing in a library?" Gray shot her an annoyed stare. "That's what's important?" But Zia just looked at her suspiciously. She sighed. "Mrs. Kauffman asked me to return some books." "Annie as in your girlfriend?" asked Edward.

He straightened when we approached. “Sir.” His voice was respectful. But not nervous. Interesting. Damien nodded once. “Grey.” So this was Grey. I looked at him properly now. And immediately understood the problem. He was the kind of man who noticed things. The kind who paid attention. Which meant— He was dangerous in a completely different way than Damien. Grey’s gaze shifted to me. Brief. Then back to Damien. “This must be the new assistant.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s one way to introduce someone.”

Lesson learned that night, always drive separate vehicles to hook ups, and men were fucking dogs. But Grey was different of course. Despite his nature, he was kind, and loving, and supportive, and all the things I desired but never thought I deserved or would find. Men like Grey were only supposed to exist in novels with impossibly good-looking males on the cover, not in real life. Grey broke all the rules and had me feeling all kinds of conflicted, and questioning all the things I thought I knew and believed. He was a wolf, but he was always one of the best humans I knew, the best of both worlds for sure.