Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

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!

“Yeah excuse you. Ignoring the instructions of the host is rude. The invite clearly specified black and white attire. What is this?” “I don’t think that should be a problem.” The woman stepped forward with a serene smile. “I’m Brent Gray. Nice to meet you.” Melissa’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in utter shock, almost popping out of their sockets. “What? G…Gray as in..” “I’m the daughter of Mr Gray of Gray corporation. I’m representing my father here. He’s not in good health. What I did not know is that this is how you welcome your guests. I’m hig….”

"I think everyone, at least once in their life, feels like they're failing at some point or another." "Are you actually being civil?" I ask, failing to mask my shock. If you know Grey, you know it's not often that he's civil. "This is exactly why I don't try to help people," he grumbles aloud to himself, unhappy. I open my mouth to say something when a voice speaks over me: "Why are you so grumpy on such a beautiful morning, Grey?" "Beautiful, alright," Grey agrees, a grin now on his face – it's a weird sight to see, I'm not going to lie.

I am glad they are both finding peace among the chaos. "No, Shelly and Layla have been doing that trying to cross reference any of Layla's abilities and faults with any listed in the old testiments. They haven't shared any of their findings with anybody, something about trusting Doc and look how that turned out. I don't blame them one bit for being so secretive. They said they would bring any information directly to you if they find out anything. I did look into one possibility, but there was only one very small book, maybe 10 pages worth, that didn't really give much information. So I tossed it aside," Grey speaks quickly. He gets nervous when he has to say more than 10 words at any given t

“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.

"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

Grey exhaled, stepping closer. “This is madness Alpha! You know this!” Damien finally turned. “Maybe it is. But it is necessary.” Grey stepped farther inside, shutting the door behind him. “You found an old book about something and now you ride into an unknown forest chasing ghosts.” “They are not ghosts.” “It could be a trap.. a lure.” “Either way… they are enemies and I have to deal with them...” Grey’s frustration grew more, seeing how Damein was being right now… Once he had his mind set on something, there was hardly swaying him.