Morally Grey Men Books Novels & Stories

“ Ahem!! “ The sound of Liam clearing his throat made the staring contest between the man and me come to an end because the man walked to Liam and shook hands with him when he saw Liam and that confused me. “ Mr. Grey, “ Liam said as he shook hands with the man whom I now had an idea that may be the CEO of this company but having seen him I couldn’t help but feel that people were exaggerating about him being very handsome. Mr Grey is very tall with dark hair, a pointy nose, and full lips unlike Liam who had dark brown hair, sharp pointy nose, a perfectly shaped oval face and captivating amber eyes perfectly suiting his broad shoulder and tall height. Liam was a good example of perfect looks

I said. "They are realistic. We just haven't met those kinds of men. If only you were Emmett's girlfriend, you would have known if he possesses..." "Lord..." I gasped. "Alright, okay. Fine. I won't talk about fictional men anymore. So can we talk about morally grey men then?" "They are still fictional men," I said. "They don't exist?" She asked, but I noted the hint of challenge in her voice. I wanted to tell her no as an answer. But the words kind of refused to come out. I used to doubt the existence of morally grey men, too... until Emmett.

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

Possessive. The imagination has me moaning louder and shamelessly, the pressure of my impending orgasm building higher and higher with every filthy thrust of my fingers. Another loud moan slips out of me as I keep fucking my drenched pussy, my legs spreading wider, my imagination expanding into a filthier version as I dream of strong hands replacing mine on my breasts and a girthy hard cock replacing my fingers inside my pussy. My stalker’s girthy hard cock.

Grey laughed at something the man said and reached for his glass, then turned to answer a question from the woman opposite him. I used my fork to push the food around my plate, something uneasy spreading across my chest. When I looked up, I noticed Annalise staring at me. She quickly tore her eyes away when I caught her, pretending to laugh at Edric’s joke. My eyebrows furrowed together. What was her problem? "Ladies and gentlemen." Grey called out, standing to his feet, and everyone fell quiet. For a moment, I had no idea what he was planning until he held up his glass with a warm smile.

Grey said with a thunderous voice as he shot an angry glare at the man before he squatted down and whispered into the man's ears, “I'm afraid this might not only result in the end of your life alone, but your innocent family has to follow suit.” “Ahhhhhhhh!” The man screamed in pain with bloody tears running down his cheeks as Grey's heavy boot kicked his stomach. “Now, are you ready to confess the person that sent you to do this?” Grey demanded coldly.

he says not even looking at my face. DISRESPECT! "Sir can you tell me the color of the file" I didn't even bother to request him. I told more in a way of command. "Why?" His gaze turned to meet my eyes chocolate brown eyes. I stare into his grey eyes! How the hell does he not have a girlfriend? He is obviously a wealthy, powerful person and it is impossible to not notice how attractive he is. God, probably he has some dark and secret past or something - it is the only explanation.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities. The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men. Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance. BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE SERENE’S P.O.V “It’s time.” Time for my slaughter. Time for my demise. Time for the end of me. I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car.

As old man men kept falling, a silence descended upon the warehouse. “ I said,fucking make them stop.” Old man yelled out. Gray laughed,” why? Thought this was what you wanted.” He teased. “Fair enough then,” he yelled.” You should be expecting your son’s body if you don’t make them stop this moment.” Gray stared at his men, more like they were enjoying the killing, he signaled Theo to make everyone stop. The place became quite after everyone was calmed.

Marcus Grey was older than any photograph Maya had found—cautious in the way of a man who had been speaking carefully for so long that careful had become his only register. He arrived at the penthouse that afternoon, thin in the specific way of someone who had lived somewhere contained for a long time. He carried a slim leather portfolio and the quiet tension of a man who had rehearsed this meeting in his mind for years. He looked at Maya for a long moment before speaking. “You look like her,” he said. “But you move like him. He always moved like he already knew where everything in the room was.”