Novel Gray Novels & Stories

“We’re glad you could make it.” The next hour was tense, but we managed to keep Gray distracted. We made small talk, introduced him to other guests, and kept the conversation light. All the while, Nicholas and I kept an eye trained on the door at all times, waiting for Noah to return. “Well,” Gray finally said, yawning—yawning—in show of how bored he’d grown of our conversation about tariffs, “I must go. I’ve work to do.” Nicholas stiffened ever so slightly beside me, but his smile was nothing short of gentlemanly. “But Mr. Gray, I still haven’t gotten your opinion on the matter of rogue rehabilitation in the packs.”

Annonomous Grayclaw Ridge is a cesspool of debauchery. A werewolf city where those who want people to turn a blind eye do. The crime in this city is unlike any other and I have been summoned to do one of my favourite jobs. Tracking down a lowly human slave who has run off with a ruby ring of her master. Tut tut.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Roydo lowered his eyes fearfully. “My father will have my tongue if he hears that.” He said. “He won’t hear it, I promise. But I’m curious to know why you think so? I’ve been meaning to ask.” “It was something I stumbled upon on day in the library,” he said eagerly. “I was in the old section, that part filled with dust covered scrolls that are rarely read. Well I happened to find a a scroll, the First Gray, you know it right?” Donton nodded. “Said to be written by Mortava herself.”

REMY TEMPLETON RIGHT BEFORE THE ACCIDENT Gray was right. That’s not a anything to lose our heads over. Gray is always right. From the moment we knew each other over a hundred years ago, the silent man has always been right. Win often jokes Gray winds up right all the time because he was always thinking, and being afraid of acting. Whatever his methods are. He’s always right. Though he would never hear that from me. He was the first to note when things started getting strange. We thought it was the agent, we watched closely. But he was only meeting with his partner, trying to decode the passage I intentionally switched out just to fuck with his mind.

Her voice followed, filled with seething rage, "We'll see about that, street rat!" Once in my room, my phone buzzed with a message from Marco. [We're settled in the west wing guest room. All's well.] [We've discovered it was Miss Victoria who had nails scattered on your path.] Victoria. I typed back, [Keep tabs on her.] I walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate swallowed by the night. Twinkling lights cast a luxurious glow, luring people in like bait in a trap. Who would be the prey? It did not matter. The hunter had already made their entrance.

"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

Instead, I follow Fallon away from the main area of the packhouse, stopping when we reach the open door of an office. “Vienna’s here,” Fallon announces as she steps inside, gesturing for me to enter behind her. Gray is seated behind a large desk at the rear of the room, a folder of documents spread on the surface in front of him. “Hey, Vee,” he mumbles in greeting as I enter behind Fallon, not looking up from the paperwork he’s perusing. “Alpha Gray,” I reply respectfully, pausing in the doorway.

"You are absolutely right my friend, I do deserve it. And one more thing that I deserve is a pizza and movie night with my best friend in the whole wide world before I leave." "Ohhh I'm already on it Nick." We spent tonight with our all time classics such as "How to lose a guy in 10 days","13 going on 30" and ofcourse "Dirty dancing". I love me some Swayze. I got up early in the morning and check that I have my passport my ticket in my bag before I went down and take a taxi. I got to the airport with some time to spare so I picked up a book so I would pass my time in the plane. I went to the customs security ,I got some funny looks for being the adult woman carrying an old teddy bear. My fa

The noble says. “Yes, noble.” They leave the noble, and go out. They were torn between feeling relieved the fight was postponed, and the fact that they would have to waste time, and even lose the progress they had gotten. Grayson was still stuck in the chambers reading and reading. “There is no way I am let anyone or anything come to my mate,” his wolf says. Grayson reads, and feels something as though something had touched Malisha. Malisha was born during an eclipse. He keeps on reading and reading.