Morally Grey Characters Novels & Stories

He got to the entrance and stood, not wanting Carl, Damon, and Kelvin to find out about Lucian and the other guys, or even about Willow's sudden health issues. With Gray still standing outside when Norman and Evelyn walked up to him, he shook his head, stared at them, and looked away. “Mr. Gray?” Norman called with a calm voice, staring at Gray. Gray hissed and walked away from them, not caring or wanting to hear whatever they had to say, as he doesn't actually care for it. Norman and Evelyn don't seem to know much about Gray. Going through the internet only showed them something and not all of it. Gray's ruthlessness is shown to anyone, whether Mafia or not; anyone who acts arrogantly arou

He has the same tall dark handsome Italian genes and weirdly green eyes, the same overall death by glare and oozing intimidation. I never knew Italians with olive skin could have green eyes but it’s not as pretty or as soulless as the pale grey of a wolf. Mico is a typical Hollywood gangster movie henchman in a dark suit and black overcoat. Silent, obedient and all seeing. He doesn’t strike me as dumb either and has that same clever sadism about him that Alexi just effortlessly oozes from every pore. Only Mico is not as dominant and out there as Mr Mafia Boss is, and tends to be the silent intimidation in the room and only does as he is told.

I'm sure many would have preferred to have died instead. A small smile tugs on the side of his mouth, abit arrogant and twisting. A sign of the devil. He's a Gamma, a man of war and strategies. It's even worst that he's more than human. He's a weapon you can't escape once he claims you as prey. "I will admit some were quite useless. But sometimes it's a matter of skill" "And common sense" I add. Grayson's stormy eyes narrow, inspecting me awhile. "Expound".

"Oh please, what a cliche." Alessandro opened his eyes and set them upon me. His eyes seemed to outline me, the way he would look at me made my skin burn inch by inch. "I am sure that your surroundings make you aware that I am a man with a certain power, and power often comes with enemies." There was truth to his words I could see in his eyes, but I could also tell that he was hiding something. "So you expect me to believe that just because youre richy rich there are people who want you dead."He let out a brief laugh, apparently, he found it funny.

I kept my face blank, leaving it up to him to figure out if I found his concern offensive or not. It was disrespect to the codes I live by for him to question my morality like that, and he knew it. The mafia world was so dark and bloody that those moral codes were the only thing that made us slightly human. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re obsessed with the drugs.”

It was a gift that I knew if he could harness with time he could make accurate. Right now there was still a margin of error. Now that error wasn't with people he trusted to be good people. He got that properly, it was people he thought to be had people. His abilities sometimes picked out morally grey people especially people on the darker side of gray and labeled them as bad and with vampires, that was a lot of people. A lot of us were the definition of morally gray. With time though I felt like his ability would get better and he'd be able to separate those people into allies and enemies.

At that time he looks like a real King of hell. After that maybe because he break off with that atmosphere in Italy or something else, he restrained himself a lot. For common people killing someone was a more frightening thing. But there are still some people who are in a gray zone. They are someone between black and white. They are someone who doesn't break the law but they are also the most terrifying people. He was more shocked that that person has a mental problem but still, Mr. Raychand decides to deal with that psycho himself. On the other hand, this was not Italy. But then he thought of something. It seems that this was something related to that Miss Kapoor.

I went thoughtful again. “And the guy who mistook me for his girlfriend?” Her gaze went to slits. “He probably won’t get another good night’s sleep, since you threatened to find him wherever he is sleeping and roast him in his bed.” “So?” I shrugged. She shook her head in disbelief and muttered in a skeptical tone, “Being morally gray isn’t necessarily a good thing. I get the feeling that you hunt assassins and criminals for sport.” “I do,” I admitted that I was proud of the way she defined me rather accurately.

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di

Marcus left, because Marcus understood that dismissed meant immediately and completely, and I stood alone in my office and let the information settle into its proper place in the architecture I’d been building for eight years, adjusting the weight of it, redistributing the load, the way you do when one beam shifts and everything above it needs to be recalculated. Jacob survived. Of course Jacob survived. The Grey’s were, if nothing else, stubbornly, infuriatingly difficult to kill. Eight years of operating against this family and the lesson I kept relearning was that the Grey stubbornness was not a personality trait, it was a biological condition, encoded somewhere at the cellular level, exp