Shades Of Gray Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

" Easton said and sat down on the bench in the garden with me on his lap. I was so lost that I didn't see when we changed position. To be honest, I still wouldn't have when I wasn't lost because this man moves faster than the speed of light. He is like Flash from DC comics minus the fangs and eye color changing part. "So, it means you are hiding something from me. Earlier, you were lying that there is nothin' wrong with me." I said looking into Easton's eyes. I know he was about to change the topic when I added " You said you care for me then you won't lie to me because earlier I was feeling hot and itchy all over my skin but then all of a sudden I saw a black shadow that passed from me that

Dismayed Trish didn’t bother to reply her she reached to open the heavy door. Connie moved to help her and they both started laughing at how heavy the door was. Leading the way, Connie went inside and the heavy door closed behind Trish with a loud thud that made them jump as they found themselves in a short dark hallway. Holding hands they moved inside and the place was empty and dimly lit with the only light and low sound coming from the bar. They walked towards the light hoping to find someone but the counter was empty. ‘What do we do now, this place looks dead to me and as you can see Emma is not here.’ Trish whispered desperate to leave, the place was making her uncomfortable.

She thought aloud. She got up from the bed, and since she got into Grey's room, she was finally able to notice the details his room entails. She noticed his walls were a color of dark grey, and the long armchair was an ash color leather. The floors were made of marbles, and the huge curtains draped on the windows were ash grey in color. The room was wide and spacious, and his closet area was grey too, and so was the drawer at the side of the bed. She noticed the bedsheets of the bed was grey ash and the bedstand, dark grey. The center rug in the room was of grey ash. She shook her head as a slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Was he liking and using these colors because of his nam

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

The thunder bolts strike in the black cloudy sky and the hailstorm makes the weather worst than ever. I watch the rain drops pouring over the glass on the window. When the lightning strikes, I saw my reflection in the glass. I close the curtains and rest on the couch, thinking about the letters I have read. I open them back to read once again. “Dear Blaine, I would be gone for long when you holding these letters in your hands. I want to share a lot of things but these papers

Book one Volume one. Different Shades of Him Prologue. "Welcome back home, little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me. “To our cage.” It was the only thought that crossed my mind. “My impending doom.” Yet, from inside, I knew it could be a home for him. But for us? No. Never for us. For me! "It's not our home," I muttered without realising it. “It's more like a cage.”

I guess it’s not… right? Jacob shook his head slowly, too slow actually. “Then what?” He inhaled sharply and looked past me, avoiding my eyes. The way he acts are making me tense and more curious. “It’s full gray. Uh, no shades other than that.” I frowned. Gray? I looked at my side, finding my black shadow lingering on the wall. I see it normally which means his eye don’t. “Is it bad?” I turned to him and he looks as if finding my eyes and relieved that it has met his now. “Does that color means something?”

Evelina continued as if nothing had happened, “was a very kind boy. He fought, as I already told you, often, but he always said that it was on business. He also loved animals very much. He constantly dragged someone to us with the girls. And one day, - Evelina looked sternly at Gray, who crept up imperceptibly, propping up the door frame with a cigarette behind his ear, - he brought this tramp. Said: Mom, he has nowhere to go! She threw up her hands emphatically. - All! Dot! It was November then, the snow was already lying, the frost was. Well ... Where was it to go? Evelina threw up her hands again. - I had to leave: to feed at the very least and clothe, to teach some kind of literacy ... Y