Morally Grey Men Books Novels & Stories

indescribable. As if I, my thoughts, and my feelings were all covered by dirty grey ice, and I was looking at the world from beneath it, while my hands acted on their own. As if something inside of me commanded me to destroy that man, wipe him out of existence, so he would never rat me out. Knocking him down or persuading would never have been enough. I had to destroy him. And for the first time in my life, I murdered someone. It wasn’t a kill in the heat of battle or to save my people. It was done only for my own personal gain, practical and cold-blooded. As if my blood was coated with that grey ice. I stuffed the body inside one of the count’s chests—nobody would ever look inside; I had th

They were written letters, not sent, to a ghost, to God, and increasingly, though he would never admit it, to Joe. How did it happen? one started. I was a man who viewed the world in black and white. Right and wrong. God and family. And now I am in the gray, and the gray is fog which has engulfed the world. I feel him as a physical presence, gravity that draws on my center. Is this ambition? Is this a sign of pride? Or is it something else, something I do not know what to call?

“This one’s not just about desire. It’s about power… and what people let happen when they’re caught inside it.” He went quiet for a moment, eyes still fixed on the page. “And that’s a dangerous game.” Adam closed the book halfway again, but this time there was no hesitation in him, just focus. “Whoever wrote this…” he murmured, “they’ve seen some real shit.” A faint, serious look settled on his face now. “Or lived it.” He picked the book back up properly. “Alright…” he said, more to himself than anything else. “Let’s see how deep this goes.”

They seemed like emotionless machines, only obeying the orders of their owner, considering everything else insignificant. The man carried Mei Grayson back into the room, rudely throwing her onto the floor before swiftly closing the door and leaving. Mei Grayson stared blankly at the tightly shut door, feeling hopeless, just like her future. She regretted it deeply; she should have listened to her cousin and avoided these perverted men.

“Like choosing to keep it meant I was choosing against you.” The words landed heavily. “I know,” Grey said hoarsely. “And that’s something I’ll have to live with. But I don’t want to add to it.” Silence stretched between them, thick but not hostile. Just heavy with things finally being said. “I don’t know how to be a good man in this,” Grey went on. “I don’t know how to be a father. I grew up learning what not to be, not what to build instead. Every example I had taught me that love always comes with conditions. That children are leverage. That innocence is a weakness people exploit.”

grey man kneeled in front of them. “Tell me all the man who sent you to spy on us?” He asked. This is all about spying matter again? “No. No! We are just simple citizens of Colter Society.” Mr. Grey man laughed without humour in his tone, and the time he stopped laughing, he smashed his gun to the head of the poor man. The man cried out in pain now and fell to the ground. His son cried again and approached his father, who was on the ground and could not sit or even stand.

He was a very reserved man, observant and ready to pick out any foul play. For another time, I let out a groan and fell back to the bed, trying to use the years I lived in the mansion to think of somehow I could work with. Grey was a very fierce man, one who stood by his words. The look he had in his eyes when he asked me to come up with a plan before day break showed that he won’t be merciful if I didn’t come up with something. Just then, something clicked in my head and I sat up, with my eyes opened and my heart beating out of my chest.

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

“Do you have anything less bright?” The man took the book back and jumped to the back of the book. “Here. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for somewhere between those pages.” Except, I had no idea what I was looking for. In each shade of blue, I saw Valerie. In each shade of pink, I saw her lips. And in those earthy tones, I saw her eyes. This was a bad idea. Grey. I decided on what was called ‘porpoise grey’ - dark and gloomy, just the way I was feeling.

In some ways, Rowan was like the morally grey male leads in the trash novels I read in my free time - he was basically a textbook character. Not that I thought he was the male lead in my life. The thing was, morally grey characters looked good only in novels. When they appear in real life, they tend to make our lives hell and make us go through things that we wouldn't wish upon even our enemies. I was not saying that Rowan was the worst human ever. No. He was an asshole to me and my sister and he did treat me and my marriage with utmost disrespect. But he was a good brother and a good son. And he was a good businessman and these were things about him that I did not want to slander because he