Novel & Cerita Morally Grey Characters List

At least, these dumb men should have thought of another different way to kill, not in the same way it had been done before. "You pour a generous glass, Cassian," I said quietly, taking the cup from his fingers. "Only the best for our Alpha," Cassian offered a smooth smile that did not reach his eyes. "Then you should have the first sip," I said, holding the goblet back out to him. Cassian froze. The fake warmth on his face instantly melted, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Beside him, Abby took a small step backward, his fingers twitching toward the inner lining of his coat.

“Look at Walter White. He wanted to provide for his family.” “By cooking drugs.” “The world is not just good or evil. It lives in gray areas. Plenty of them. Maybe Diablo is your Christian Gray. Or your Walter White. Or some strange mix.” “So a bald drug dealer with consent issues. That is not comforting.” “Not that exact combination,” she says, unfazed. “Just good mixed with bad. Like everyone.” Breaking Bad frustration bubbles up. “Walter White was awful. He poisoned a kid. He watched a woman die and did nothing. He destroyed everyone around him.”

I defend further knowing I’m trying to convince myself more than Max. “Stalker much?” Max jokes. “You would stalk the woman you love from afar just to torture yourself with having her just within your reach yet refusing to take what you want. We are men of the underworld, Shane. Morally grey is a code we live by. You’re a hitman. Do you ever hesitate to pull the trigger on your target?” “Of course not.” I answer, almost offended but also knowing Max is making a point. “Then why hesitate to pull the trigger on what you really want?”

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

I wanted so badly to forget about the events and about the bad memories of my family, but it was all so very difficult. . Then my mind shifted into Harrison. Not only him, but a lot of people who surrounded me. Surely, not everybody is a saint, and not everybody is a villain. This world is not fully black and white. There are a lot of different shades of grey. That is just how people were created; imperfect. But the thing that amazed me was their kindness. .

Windows and mercy were my only options as I began to move to the questionable exit in the distance before catching sight of the arena. Grey was on his hands and knees with enough wounds to make any human comatose. "She worth your life, mutt?" "More than." He spat, lunging forward before a large pipe caught in his shoulder. A silver pipe that made him collapse onto the ground with an amount of blood that wasn't healing anytime soon. Instead, it seemed to be getting worse. At that same instant, the metal shook as I was discovered.

“We just didn’t want you going ballistic on it. Your reaction mattered to us as well. We thought you might instantly act instead of strategizing.” “I seriously can’t believe this is coming from you.” Grey sounded disappointed but his voice remained calm. “When have I ever not planned anything when it came to the Pack? Yes, I might be aggressive, but those are concerning things relating to you. But when it comes to the Pack, I’m more reasonable. I reason things out. You of all people should know this. What kind of Alpha, mate, and father would I be if I cowered from my responsibilities?”

GREY Imagine my utmost surprise when we get to our destination only to be faced with shuttering, blinding lights from cameras. My heart thumps in my chest. I glare at Marcellan, but he’s changed. His Alpha demeanour is turned on, and he actually carries the aura of the Ice King of North America, exactly the version I’ve always imagined before it turns out he’s nice behind the scenes and actually gives a fuck. Oh, hold up. For real, Grey? A mental battle surges inside me, wondering when I began accolading any of these assholes. These are my oppressors, I need to remember that.

DARK DESIRES BY ADURA EPISODE FIFTY-ONE Getting to the house, Gray was there waiting for me, But was quite surprised that Tyler isn't around. He told me he won't be going out today. I walked closer to him and he bowed respectfully. Gray has been my my second right hand man since years,He took gunshots for me countless times which made me trust him, Although,he might not know how much he's important to him but hell,I could do anything for him.

I say. He pulls his face into a mock grimace. “Ouch.” I rub my eyes hard, but it’s no use, the pain in my head is ratcheting up. “So you go from Marlowe Geary to Gray Powers. From killer to cop, or whatever he is. Actually, they’re not so different, are they? They just kill for different reasons, kill different kinds of people. I wonder what this says about you.”