Morally Grey Men Books Novels & Stories

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.

I fear that my memories are beginning to come back to me and although it should be good news that finally I can now remember my people and no longer feel like an orphan but in this case I have a bad feeling that my memories coming back to me is more bad than good and it might cause great problems. Grey is now a completely different man that loves, cares and respects me greatly and although he is still very dangerous and feared by all because of him and his fathers insatiable thirst for control, he doesn’t bring those wicked behaviors around me and he also listens to all my requests and tries to fulfil them immediately they come out of my mouth.

He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it. "Is it weird that I want to read this book, just because of the trigger warnings?" Michael chuckled at that, shaking his head. "You don't read love," he pointed out. "That's a lie. I do," I argued. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's not the point. This looks...dark and mysterious," I said eyeing the book. The cover had three men, two of them with deep scolding looks. One had albinism while the other was red-haired. The one in the middle looked younger and less hostile. He had big green eyes and a boyish face, his brunette curls fluffy. Each of the scolding men had a grasp of each of his arms. To me, he looked like their Submissive or somet

They were machines, their purpose singular: to engage and contain. Jack’s senses screamed a warning. The sniper was still there, a cold point of lethal intent hidden in the darkness behind Lorian. The Grey Men were the bait, designed to draw him into a fight, to force him to move, to create a clear line of sight for the real killer.

"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?"

Despite myself, his touching and nibbling was driving me crazy. Something that made me all the more furious, because he knew it. I tried to focus on something unattractive about Gray that I could latch onto. But the only glaring thing I could pinpoint was his complete and utter lack of character. He’s evil. Conscienceless and devious. “Why do you want to hear that, Gray?” I said contemptuously. “Does it get you excited.” “No.” He pulled back to give me a long study. “It infuriates me.”

I almost lost my life the second time and I'm still in shock. Gray sighs tiredly and run his hands down his face. He looks exhausted. I toss his jacket on the couch as Manny climb down the stairs. "Who told him ?" He asks looking at every single men around the room. Manny , Nick , Carl and I don't remember the rest five. They are all in either white dress shirt or black suits. It's weird they work under Gray. Their faces lacks smiling. Reid stand at a corner smoking his cancer stick. He has a bad vibe and too evil.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

"What will happen if we die for the third time?" A moment of silence filled the entire room. They are both clueless about what tomorrow may bring. "I-I don't know. I still haven't figured it out." She placed her palm on his forehead. "We need to figure it out. By the way, I found an interesting book and I had it with me, you should read it too," says Joshua. They heard the clicking of the door in the janitors' room. A middle-aged man wearing a gray uniform and holding a map entered the room.