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his father warned, his voice steady but laced with quiet authority. Grey exhaled sharply, setting his glass down with a controlled calmness that only seemed to mask the storm brewing beneath his exterior. “I’m just saying,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “if this is about morality, you’re hardly the right person to be preaching it to me. after all, you had a mistress while mom was still alive” grey’s eyes met with Felix’s moms, and then he added “and you married her immediately after mom’s death”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

"You know they say a person who jokes and entertained people alot, is the one person who knows the real meaning of sadness. That they're doing so, not wanting people to feel what they've experienced." Sitting back to my chair I let out a sigh knowing that Grant was right. Grey has always been the clown of the pack, the acted like he never cared for anything. But I obviously know, that he was exactly the opposite. Grey has always been a very kind man and a cheerful one, even Rain mentioned that he admire Grey for his views on life. But he didn't know the real Grey. And why I was trying to stay a way from him. I don't want to disappoint him.

But those sounds… those weren’t mechanical. "Anyone home" I called out but no answer. I pushed the side door open quietly, duffel bag still slung over my shoulder, and froze. I couldn't believe my eyes. The bag dropped from my hand Bent over the hood of Morgan's favourite car—his mustang, was Levi—my own Levi. His pants were pushed down, ass up, getting absolutely railed and filled by my stepfather. Morgan’s thick cock was slamming into him, stretching Levi’s hole wide with every powerful thrust, while Levi’s face was pressed against the shiny hood, mouth open in a broken moan, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss. Morgan had one hand clamped on Levi's shoulder and the other gripping his hip hard

In this case he figured maybe taking a couple of shots doesn’t matter, and it might help him drown the guilt he was feeling inside. Grey wasn’t always the antagonist people see him as, during his courtship with Joan before they even got married he was a very pleasant man. Always so fun to be around, he always thought of others before himself. He was just a hundred percent too selfless; he saw the world not as a complicated place that people saw it. He had what he wanted in mind and he knew he had to work for them, the perfect life, the perfect job and a perfect wife who would give him a beautiful family.

He replied. “Come on, we are grown men. You know very well that you are dangerous upclose so I am trying to protect myself and my men, don’t you think. Why don’t you do us a favor and let us kill your then we will be on our way peacefully” the grey man negotiated while he ordered his men to silently sneak up to him and kill him. The three men climbed the stairs slowly careful not to make a sound, Richard could see a shadow by his window and he knew they were coming for him, he search his drawers and realized he had a few bullets left.

Everyone seemed to have fun, some of them had a few drinks, and the girls were all having fun singing loudly. “They’re singing are all so bad, ah,” Grey murmured. He went outside to get a drink, he stayed for a little while before a group of men showed up before him. Who are they? End of Chapter 33

Keyara's mind; Truly unsettling. Why does he keep staring at me with that awkward and uncomfortable gaze? Is he a playboy, womanizer, or... oh God, the worst, a maniac! I can even feel my uneasy heartbeat warning me. He's a businessman named Grey, which I know means "gray" in English. Is he called that because of his grayish behavior? I can't stop thinking negatively about this man because he won't stop staring at me.

There's nothing music can't solve. I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall with my backside. I set an alarm for five minutes prior, so I won't miss the start of lectures and once students start rushing out of the class, that'll also be my cue. I let my heart dance to the rhythm of the song. A line caught my attention. 'They say he's morally grey, What can I say, grey's my favourite colour' My eyes widened when I heard that line. Grey.

:-D According to the previous chapter. The shades of joy I mentioned. White means we take joy in good things e.g. in love, in kindness, etc. For some black deeds act as fuel of joy. They take pleasure in doing bad to someone and same was the case with Minahil. She was relating her pleasure to Abraham losing the game. And for most the fuel to Joy is grey. Grey is a border line between white and black. A person faces different situations. Sometimes we take pleasure after revenge and sometimes we take pleasure in forgiveness. (;