Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

He was a very reserved man, observant and ready to pick out any foul play. For another time, I let out a groan and fell back to the bed, trying to use the years I lived in the mansion to think of somehow I could work with. Grey was a very fierce man, one who stood by his words. The look he had in his eyes when he asked me to come up with a plan before day break showed that he won’t be merciful if I didn’t come up with something. Just then, something clicked in my head and I sat up, with my eyes opened and my heart beating out of my chest.

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

I glanced at him after hearing what he said and placed the book back to the table. "Yeah," I smiled in agreement, "After all, one BLOOD was already spilled." Silence overwhelmed our surroundings; it was just like this after he died. "Um, excuse me," we glanced at our back to see a familiar face in front of us, Grey. "You old-faced seniors, we need to talk," she sadly uttered but we kept silent; I wonder why she had a sad tone today. "Pfft, told you, she SUCKS!!!"---LMAO.

On the new route, I saw him coming towards me, giving him exactly what he wanted but I had to lure him to my trap in order to catch him. I unlocked my door and jumped just as the other car came into contact with mine and so did the latter. "I knew it!" I spat as I stood to my feet. He brought himself just right to my feet. The street was deserted. Trash cans were filled to the brim to the extent of vomiting out their contents. The buildings were old, rusty and disheveled, clothes hanging out from a few of the balconies. It smelt rancid due to the rotting garbage. A smell of burning cooking oil invaded my poor nostrils, making me nauseous. The stench of the LAPD offices was far much better. I

My eyes finally drifted to the book placed on the table, 'How To Be A Good Personal Assistant'. I'm not really a fan of these types of books, my best genres were romance or action but I'm forced to so I pick it up and scroll through. After reading uninteresting stuff I finally lost my patience and slammed the book on the desk! Why couldn't they just get to the point?! "Anything the problem Miss Brown?" Asked Lexus with an amused look on his face and I furrowed my brows in frustration and let out a sigh. "It's nothing Mr Gray, everything's fine!!" I mentioned the last part through gritted teeth and picked up the book again.

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

“You’re wondering if it’s worth it. Wondering if we should even bother.” Lia didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she stared at the ground, her fingers tracing the lines of her wrist-mark. She had never been one to put much stock in legends or myths. But this—this felt different. **The Heart of the Greykin** could be the key to her people’s freedom, the key to finally ending the centuries of suffering. But it could also be the thing that destroyed them. “I don’t know what’s worse,” Lia finally said, her voice quiet. “The fear of what Silas and his soldiers will do to us, or the fear of what we’ll become if we find the Heart.”

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

Then louder, fractured, “You don’t get it.” Grey blinked. “Scar...” She turned away from him, gripping the cold marble sink like it was the only thing holding her upright. Her reflection stared back at her...eyes too wide, skin too pale, breath coming in short, uneven pulls. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It wasn’t the humiliation. It wasn’t Ronan reading out her darkest, filthiest thoughts like they were a fucking performance piece. It was the book. The same damn book. The one she’d been careless with.