Morally Grey Books Novels & Stories

Grey laughed at something the man said and reached for his glass, then turned to answer a question from the woman opposite him. I used my fork to push the food around my plate, something uneasy spreading across my chest. When I looked up, I noticed Annalise staring at me. She quickly tore her eyes away when I caught her, pretending to laugh at Edric’s joke. My eyebrows furrowed together. What was her problem? "Ladies and gentlemen." Grey called out, standing to his feet, and everyone fell quiet. For a moment, I had no idea what he was planning until he held up his glass with a warm smile.

"Sir; Grey has been through a lot in the past couple of hours in a short space of time he was arrested because of an altercation that had happened in Vegas after he was married to your daughter I don't know what Jacob Turner did to Grey ,but they ended up in a fist fight you and I know that he is notorious for starting fist fights that he never wins or never finishes were in some cases he gets into a fist fight and then gets arrested and charged he must have done something to provoke him and I haven't heard his side of the story because there are two sides to every story I cannot just say that what Grey told me was the truth . " " I didn't know about his mother being in hospital if I knew I

“Now look for the answer to this doubt.” Then a light came on in my head, something that made sense. I began to flip through all the books at my leisure, and the hours flew by. It felt good to be there, with all the knowledge, it didn't make me feel like I was in a strange place. One of the books that caught my attention the most was red with gray. On the cover it said "The Birth of a Second Omega." The title caught my attention.

"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.

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

Then I add, “But I’m not in any rush to be a grandmother.” Noah chokes on air. Emily snorts in the front seat. Raven bursts into laughter. “Trust me,” Raven says, wiping her eyes, “I’m not ready for that stage of life either.” The tension breaks. Just for a moment. Just long enough to breathe. Grace and Liam are already hauling my books into the dining room when we arrive. Stacks and stacks of them—old leather-bound grimoires, Warren family journals, spellbooks, prophecy collections, everything I’ve ever studied.

I asked, leaning against the warm metal of the truck. "When I can find something that isn't soaked in oil," he said, his jaw tightening. "My old man thinks books are for the weak. He'd rather spend the coin on whiskey." I couldn't wrap my head around that. In my house, books were life. I’d been reading since I was four, hiding in the library to escape the pitying looks of the warriors. I couldn't imagine a world where words were a waste of time. Grayson stood up, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. The air between us suddenly felt thick, charged with something I didn't understand.

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.