Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

“They hold more than sentimental value.” Beside the pens, my too-small bookshelf was crammed with hardcovers and paperbacks. My novels spilled over in messy stacks, and somewhere in there I’d hidden my more… questionable reads. My eroticas, disguised under plain, boring covers that I hoped would fool any nosy onlooker. Apparently, Grant was nosy. He plucked the slimmest book from the shelf. My stomach sank. Of all the books, how did he manage to choose the filthiest one?

“Wow. Gray really went all out with the color palette—beige and black. Bold choices.” Theo plopped down on a couch. “At least he’s consistent.” “So if we rearranged his books alphabetically,” Nate said, tracing his finger along the spine of Grayson’s books. “would that drive him insane or just mildly irritate him?” “Normally, it would drive him insane,” I said. “But it’s you guys so he’ll just be mildly irritated.” “But would mildly irritated multiplied by two push him to full-blown insanity?” Josh asked. Before I could answer, he flipped Grayson’s pen holder upside down.

“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 never imagined Antonio would have something like this here. I spent hours browsing through the shelves, looking for something to pass the time. I found several erotic books that taught about sex and dominance, but there was this particular one that caught my eye: *Fifty Shades of Grey*. I had heard about the book before but never read it. Curious, I took it back to my room, along with a few others, and started reading. Days passed, and as I turned the pages, I began to fully understand.

The lights were dim, but enough moonlight slipped in through the tall windows for me to take it in. Everything was grey. Not drab. Intentional. Shades of slate and charcoal, storm-cloud and steel. The sheets were crisp. The furniture was smooth and minimalist. There was a weapon’s edge to it all. “Morally grey,” I whispered to myself. And yet it was beautiful. I ran my hand along the edge of the dresser. There wasn’t a single photo anywhere. No books. No framed memories. No clutter. Just…silence. It was like he had built a shrine to control. A sanctuary where feelings weren’t allowed past the threshold.

"Excuse me?" Grey took a step forward, stepping out of the shadow as he glared at me. "I said you look pathetic," he repeated, walking toward me with a predatory grace. "Walking around my palace, humming like a schoolgirl, grinning at the walls. It’s nauseating." "It’s called happiness, Grey," I said, my voice sharp. "I know it’s a foreign concept to you, like mercy or loyalty, but some of us are capable of feeling it."

Grey stretched his body before sitting beside her. "This is the only thing I could manage to get my hands on, I'm not sure if you will like it though" he said sounding unhappy. "Oh come on Grey, I'm alright with thr book and I'm sure it's going to be a great book" she said trying to cheer him up, Grey forced a smile at her and she smiled back. He wasn't feeling comfortable with his step mother's threats, who knows what she might be plotting against he and Bel. He forced himself to read with the girl beside him who wasn't aware of his uneasiness.

I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.