Morally Grey Men Books Novels & Stories

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

"Many would do anything for a chance to see a Gorgon's panties." The voice came from behind, who ever it was must have slipped in the second Mad Greg stepped out. "Why?" He inquired upon his decision of rejecting Madelyn. Adrian had to look over his shoulder to find him, an insecure, nerdy male, slender with white snickers and a fairly faded denim jacket, wood brown khaki, and a baseball cap. He seemed lonely, not just a no-friend loneliness, he was the empty library kind: the last book you find on the shelf, with the title "how to treat a fresh wound": everybody knows about it, but nobody cares to have it.

And with that, his lamp was off too. But just because the lights were off doesn't mean I could sleep, I kept tossing and turning in bad. It was one of those cases where my mind just wouldn't shut off. How did I get here? What was supposed to be a vacation turned into a hostage situation? Was this a hostage situation anymore, I kind of agreed to stay here. With the man who was shot, the man whose life is saved. The man that was shot. The man that was shot. MAN.....SHOT.

The monsters who lead the brutal acts - the evil one’s, the mad one’s and the most cruel one’s. “ For the first time since forever, a human finally chose you as her master. I think humans have stopped telling tales about you. They don’t warn each other anymore. ” The grey eyed man continues talking to Wolf. Each word that the grey eyed man says, brings me some more anxiety. What did I do? Did I even choose the right one? The one that my brother asked me to choose? I can't help, but ask myself all these questions right now. My heart drowns to the pit of my stomach. My eyes fall down to the floor, not finding anything interesting anymore.

I tried to open it, but it is locked. Maybe Mom wants to be alone for this time. I didn't bother her anymore. I let her rest in her room and I just walk around the house. I admit that our house is big and elegant. We have several rooms. We have a large and well-built kitchen. We have a wide living room. We also have swimming pool outside our house. But you know what's funny? This elegant and gorgeous house is very dark, deep, and horrifying from the inside. When you are outside, you can see a very colorful house. Its colors were very bright that you will spend more time to glance on it. But when you already see what is inside our house, all you can say is it is in gray scale mode.

She observed, like the quiet girl she was, and what she learnt was a lesson she held dearly in her heart. Nothing is what it seems. Black and white were all just grey, hiding the rest of the confused crowds. Some sinners were saints who simply took a different approach to get to the goal. Saints were sinners hidden under the guise of good. And the grays that walked the line were either as lost as she was. Of course, there were some that used the gray to hide the black or the white beneath that mask of gloom. They were gray, but really they were that white light, using gray to not give themselves the credit and dampen their shine.

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?”

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

Sounds of strangled grunts filled the room as I took half of him into my mouth, my neck dry heaving but I was determined to please him. I looked up through my lashes to see the other four men watching us with strangled and pained expressions as the rubbed and stroked their cocks. Gerald was now hard as a brick, veins lining his cock it almost felt surreal. For a bottom he was packed, probably the highest cock amongst all of them with precum dangling from his peehole. My mouth watered as I used my teeth to scrape Jonathan’s overly sensitive cock causing him to thrust his hips so hard, his cock went past the back of my mouth, straight down my throat.