Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

"Mr. Oscar, please respond; from now on, you may not complain to me about being late to the office." "Please say the name once more." I rubbed my temple to pay more attention to her remarks this time. "Yes, of course, cool gray, arsenic. Gray Battleship. Cinereous. Cadet Gray. Metal Davy's Gray," She chants "grey shades" once more, and this time, it seems like a bullet train is passing in front of me. "Okay, just hand me the cadet gray." I still don't understand, but I don't want to show her that I don't, so I just picked the color she suggested.

“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.

There was a pull at the edge of your attention that did not stop. The northern site was quiet. Not the quiet of something resting. The quiet of something that had been doing what it was doing for so long that the land around it had simply adjusted and stopped responding. The ground was grey in a way that was not any color grey I had seen before. Not stone grey. Just drained. The sky above the site was the same shade it was everywhere else but slightly darker and I did not know if that was real or if I was looking for it and finding what I expected to find.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

The fit was exact in a way that felt unsettling, like it knew me better than I knew myself. Grey, the color caught the light softly, rich without being loud. Threads of darker emerald traced subtle patterns along the sleeves and hem, there were protective enchantments, as I was told. Practical, not ornamental. Liora circled me slowly, arms crossed, eyes glittering with interest. "You wear it well," she said finally. I let out a small breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. "You say that like I had a choice." She smiled faintly. "Most people fight the grey. They think it means limits."

As I dragged my exhausted body out of the conference room, Sabrina stopped me. "Beta, Matteo's office looks a bit too plain. Go up the mountain and pick some wild daisies to brighten it up." Wild daisies grew in places covered with thorns, and wolfsbane was hidden among them. One wrong move, and you would get poisoned. I refused. "The Alpha doesn't like wild daisies. His office has always been decorated with roses only." Sabrina's expression immediately soured. "Are you questioning me? Fine, then. Since you say Matteo doesn't like wild daisies, let's go ask him."

"Thank you, Edward. For guiding me through this." I nodded, feeling a surge of pride swell within me. "We are far from finished. Now, let us put you to the test against the shade." The training ground took on a more ominous aura, the air crackling with an eerie energy. Bella stood at the center, gripping a practice sword with white-knuckled intensity. Her eyes were fixed on the shadowy figure before her, its form shifting like smoke in the wind. Though silent, the shade exuded a menacing presence, its faintly glowing eyes piercing the darkness.

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."

Vivienne’s legs were still shaking when the elevator doors opened into the lobby. The normal lights felt too bright. Too real. Noah’s cum was slick between her thighs, slowly dripping down as she tried to walk normally. Her skirt was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. She felt wrecked. Claimed. And shamefully, she didn’t want it to end.

My skin is extremely pale and my eyes are significantly sunk in like something just sucked the life out of me. I struggle while walking but make it to my bedroom. I lock the door and lay in there hoping to escape this nightmare.