Morally Grey Characters List Novels & Stories

He was strong, but Grey was an Alpha—a ruthless, battle-hardened warrior. Oscar met my gaze, his expression unreadable. “Well?” Grey taunted. “Are you willing to die for her?”

I was sitting with the most powerful members of the organisation and the most brutal assassins in the country, yet I wasn't scared a bit. The generals were; Anthony Black a black American who was General Number Nine, had both genetic and body modifications, he was strong and very arrogant. John Grey was General Number Eight, and he wielded a katana, his skills followed up with his body modification made him exceptionally strong, but he had one problem he didn't know how to keep his mouth closed.

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.

A man of morals, she presumed, which was ironic seeing how he’s clearly a criminal. “What choice do we have?” uttered Undertaker and pointed his gun to the two men lying on the floor. “The two of us are the only ones left.” “Yes, I see your point, Sir,” countered Gray as she lightly nodded, aiming to sound as polite as she could. “But they’re not dead. They’re merely in too much pain to move.” She met his eyes. “And I’ve noticed that you’re superior to them, so they will definitely follow your command.”

: everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it. "She's not very much my type. I like them... Invisible." "They don't make them like the used to." He jested, and Adrian agreed with a nod. "I'm Aaron... Brown!" "Cool! You can go away now!' Adrian snorted. "Sor....sorry!" He spun around, and walked away. "Can I get you something to drink?" He stopped and turned back to Adrian. "I hate people, they never listen!" Adrian groaned. "No!"

He croaked, "The world is all black and white. And humans were all colored gray. We're neither here, nor there. It all depends in our situation. We lash out or keep it in, no one can feel absolute nothing when faced with ridicule. We hate. We dislike. That's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm not a good person either, and I don't blame myself for it." "Are you saying that being a bad person is somehow acceptable?" "Nah." He frowned. Ritian himself find it hard to explain. "As I've said, humans were gray. We can be bad or good, but that's not a constant character. We change. Either time helps us or our mind gives us the reasons we badly needed for closure. By then, we will switch to a more brig

NARRATIVE In an exquisite villa in Erdington, a group of people sat around a large dining table, discussing over dinner. This villa was Chairman Grey's private residence and he usually used it to host private meetings such as this. The group of six comprised of the chairman himself and five others; Scarlett Grey _ his daughter, Aimee Brooke _ her foster mom, Finley _ his PA, Madame Freya _ a trusted top shareholder and close friend to his late wife and lastly, Lexi _ Scarlett's personal assistant and undercover hacker whom he had assigned to her.