Morally Grey Meaning Novels & Stories

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."

I lipped the cigar tail in my mouth and held it with my lips, blowing the smoke off through my nostrils, while Grey puffed his own through his mouth. We had offered prayers, humble prayers, but nothing stops us from smoking like rascals when we know it is the only remedy to the pain troubling our dear hearts. “You mock me.” Grey scuffed. “You failed twice as large.” He wasn’t even in the mood to lighten up his mood, neither did I. it’s such a sad thing that we will go home and meet Valerie lying sick and motionless on the bed the same way we saw her in the morning before we set out to search for the antidote.

Grey looked at me and seemed to find amusement in my reaction. “Will you calm down? I don‘t need anything.” I wasn‘t sure if Grey was high or drunk. His actions completely baffled me, and that was something I didn‘t take lightly. He was acting abnormal. “What‘s going on?” I asked. As soon as the question left my lips, I watched his demeanor change. He crossed his arms. “Excuse me?” “No offense, Alpha. You just seem to be in a good mood this morning, and, please excuse my honesty, but that‘s rare.” Grey quickly snapped his narrowing eyes to me. “I‘m just glad we‘re prepared for the upcoming battle.”

I asked. "Not necessarily. Like I said earlier, it depends on the shade of gray," she replied. "I've lived on this earth long enough to know there is more to this world than just good or evil and most times, we need the gray area. The gray area allows us to make mistakes, and realize and recover from those mistakes. Some people survive in the gray area and there's nothing wrong with that." “So when does it become a problem?” “It becomes a problem when innocent people are involved especially if you derive joy from hurting the said innocent people. If that’s the case, then there is nothing gray about it, that’s just pure black,” she said.

Grey Park cajoled, a side glance flitting to Alexander and Teddy. “But…! We are hardly good nor innocent to immoral sins. Our world sometimes does indulge itself on some of these…far-reaching matters.” Grey continued to wiggle his brows to November, “And… I saw how strong you are the last time we saw each other…well, a glimpse of it sooo… it’s a yes for me, Queen Nove-“

Lesson learned that night, always drive separate vehicles to hook ups, and men were fucking dogs. But Grey was different of course. Despite his nature, he was kind, and loving, and supportive, and all the things I desired but never thought I deserved or would find. Men like Grey were only supposed to exist in novels with impossibly good-looking males on the cover, not in real life. Grey broke all the rules and had me feeling all kinds of conflicted, and questioning all the things I thought I knew and believed. He was a wolf, but he was always one of the best humans I knew, the best of both worlds for sure.

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.

"So, the real him never slipped through his facade, ha? I need to commend my grandson. He had become an expert in masking his real persona." "Why? Is the real Alonzo—" I cursed in a low voice, "Leandro, is the real him an awful person?" "How am I to describe the real him?" Lucio hummed to himself. "Leandro was never evil nor good. He stood exactly between the lines of that thing." "He's morally gray, in other words." "Yes." "Is that all? What made him morally gray though? Was it because he's a ruthless businessman? Was it because he ruins people like it's the easiest thing to do?"

His need for vengeance had devoured every part of his humanity. "Why?" she thought bitterly. "Why do I have to suffer for a crime I didn’t commit? Why am I condemned to this hell?" Don Gray’s voice, weak and rasping, broke through the silence. "Hector Morales..." He coughed, blood flecking his lips. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Hector chuckled, a dark, mirthless sound. "But you didn’t. And now, look at you." Don Gray’s strength gave out, and his body sagged. His breathing turned shallow, his eyelids fluttering until finally, he fell into unconsciousness.

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?”