Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

"This is far from typical werewolf bonding or any relationship dynamics I've read about. Even for magical entanglements, this is... unprecedented." As we spoke, Gray scribbled notes on a pad, his expression like a man piecing together a particularly complex puzzle. Finally, he stood up and walked over to one of his bookshelves, filled with antique volumes that seemed as ancient as the wisdom they contained. He scanned the spines before pulling down a book that looked older than time. Flipping through its delicate, aged pages, he stopped at an intricate triangle illustration and placed the book in front of me. The triangle was surrounded by symbols resembling a blend of arcane runes and somet

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

“I’ll try to be less honest.” “Please don’t. It’s the only useful thing I’ve gotten all day.” We stood there for another second. Then I asked, “Does he always do this?” “Do what?” “Keep people close like they’re… important, but also… not free?” Grey didn’t answer immediately. Which meant the question mattered. “Yes,” he said finally. “Why?” His eyes stayed on mine. “Because he doesn’t lose things.” That wasn’t comforting. At all. I exhaled slowly.

Someone should have slapped me for staring again. “I'm merely curious, and the name somehow doesn't suit you,” the predator—Grey—crooned, making my gaze snap back to his face. A wicked smile curved his sinful lips. “The name is one thing, though. The wig… is quite an interesting choice, too.” My stomach dropped to my knees. God, he was suspecting something, wasn't he? Emidio Abramo was a member of the Mafia, so maybe this Grey was, too. Perhaps he knew Ardian; he knew Ardian was looking for me. I was royally screwed if that was the case. Suddenly, my breath became shallow, the high-pitched tone filled my ears, and my heart began to hit against my ribs like a wild animal.

The study was dark, so I opened the blinds and took in the room. It was very... August. Brown. Black. More black. Not a single color brave enough to survive in here. There was a minibar. I wasn't surprised to find it stocked mostly with expensive whiskey. The bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. Business books. Finance books. Leadership books. Books about making money. Books about keeping money. Books about probably becoming even more unbearable than he already was. Not one novel. Not even a guilty pleasure romance. What a sad life.

"What will happen if we die for the third time?" A moment of silence filled the entire room. They are both clueless about what tomorrow may bring. "I-I don't know. I still haven't figured it out." She placed her palm on his forehead. "We need to figure it out. By the way, I found an interesting book and I had it with me, you should read it too," says Joshua. They heard the clicking of the door in the janitors' room. A middle-aged man wearing a gray uniform and holding a map entered the room.

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

Though I'm confuse, I casually said, “This wondrous of a place usually empty. People forgot to pay a visit or to even got themselves immerse to the world that this wondrous of a place offer them with sincerity. I thought you are highly affected by such a failure of showing gratitude to literature coming from them?” His eyes couldn't actually intimidating but there's a melancholy that I didn't expected to seen. My statement just now goes awakwardly, and I chuckled as that to forgot my place on this unknown and strange of a place. I cough and turn my head to the shelf that offer a variety of book that looks bloody yet comforting. “Oh,” I gasped, not able to hide my awed. “That's a classic...”

Despite myself, his touching and nibbling was driving me crazy. Something that made me all the more furious, because he knew it. I tried to focus on something unattractive about Gray that I could latch onto. But the only glaring thing I could pinpoint was his complete and utter lack of character. He’s evil. Conscienceless and devious. “Why do you want to hear that, Gray?” I said contemptuously. “Does it get you excited.” “No.” He pulled back to give me a long study. “It infuriates me.”

he says not even looking at my face. DISRESPECT! "Sir can you tell me the color of the file" I didn't even bother to request him. I told more in a way of command. "Why?" His gaze turned to meet my eyes chocolate brown eyes. I stare into his grey eyes! How the hell does he not have a girlfriend? He is obviously a wealthy, powerful person and it is impossible to not notice how attractive he is. God, probably he has some dark and secret past or something - it is the only explanation.