The Gray House Novels & Stories

He says coldly, "call Ryan. Throw her in the little black house!" The little black house is in the most remote corner of Gray Family's mansion. Only servants who make a big mistake are thrown there. There is no sunshine all the year round. It's cold and dark. People can't stay there for long. No matter how strong they are, they will collapse. Gray Family once locked two servants there, and then they were all mad. There is a smug smile on Sarah's face. You can't beat me. I'm my brother's sister! You're just a woman with other people's child. You dare to fight me!

Manhattan, New York, US. 11 PM Claire let out a long breath as she swept her gaze around—a large room dominated by dark colors such as black, dark blue, and gray. Yesterday, right after they drove for nearly an hour, they arrived at a simple house hidden from the hustle and bustle of the city. The house only has one floor, which is dominated by black and gray. There is a fireplace burning in the center of the building. However, Claire has felt no warmth since she came to this place.

Is it true that the rent is lower here? “Excuse me? Mr. Almothean?” Blaine yelled as soon as he stepped inside the house. The door is really unlocked so he made his way in. "Perhaps he isn't here?" He looked around, but he couldn't see anything because it was so dark inside. "Mr. Almothean?" He yelled once more. Blaine had been waiting for a while but had received no response, so he was about to contact Jake when someone suddenly spoke in front of him.

Gray walks to the closet to change and I did same too. **** Gray halts his car outside an abandoned warehouse. I thought he said it's a club. This place looks quiet except for the luxurious cars that designs the lot. " Where's this place ?" Gray smirks and chuckles and he unfasten his seatbelt. I did same too. I decide to wear a simple orange colored t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers because , Mr grumpy doesn't want me to wear a dress because he thinks i look hot. Gray steps out of his car and open my side door for me. I get out and look around. It's so dark outside and I can't hear a single sound or even music.

" I said as I put my hand in the bag and intertwined the keys between my fingers. The first guy who did all the talking, made a gesture to the man behind him. He started walking towards me, when he got close enough I punched him in the face and pushed him back into the two guys trying to make my escape.All of the sudden I was being lifted up in the air and being put in the car.The entire time we were driving I was being held down by two men,but I never stopped moving or kicking even trying to bite. I couldn't exactly say how long the drive was,we came to a house with big black gates. As we drove in I wasn't paying attention to the house or anything. I was just looking at that gate closing an

The white lady halted with grim expression glaring at a two- storey house. Hearing that they reached the place, K Whatever’s attention went back to the mission. She observed around them. A two-storey townhouses in a quiet neighborhood. Only few lights are on, probably that most people are sleeping as of this moment. The house that the white lady was glaring at was a simple two- storey with no black mists or what not. Simple but unmaintained house as the gate was already rusty, the ground was dirty with either a little molds or a little cobwebs in the corner.

"Okay. We'll have a lot to talk about tomorrow. Have a nice day Son" The call disconnected and Gray sigh before putting the phone back inside his pocket. He ran his hand through his hair making it messy. Turning back, Gray walk into the bar room once again. "A glass of lette wine please.." he said to the waiter who nodded and walk to get his order. • Chase packed the car at the garage and got down, Calista did the same. Calista stared at the huge building which looks like a company , it's more like a white house and everyone walking in or out is dressed on a black suit.

“There’s something I should have told you long ago, but I never found the right time.” Amy’s face turned pale. “Are you sick? You haven’t been yourself lately.” “No, I’m not sick, honey,” he replied. “I’ve been afraid of your reaction when I tell you something. Please forgive me for not having the courage to tell you before this.” I wished Mr. Gray would just tell her and get it over with. Amy was becoming frightened. “What?” Amy demanded. “If you don’t tell me now, I will get mad.” Mr. Gray looked at the table and began telling Amy about the newborn baby left on the doorstep of the mansion where his wife worked as a maid.

If I suppressed one more voice in my head telling me to run to her I might just explode. I got to Boston and took an Uber ride straight to her house. I got to Calla's house at 8:05pm, my two headlights shun on pavement as the sun disappeared from the sky. It felt different this time,I recalled the last time I had been here. It was two weeks ago before I flew to Paris. Mrs Grayson had stood by the door with a surprised look on her face. Now it was just gray. The paintings were still falling apart at the edged of the wall. The green pouch was the green but the aura was sadistic ,like the setting of a hunted house in a horror movie.

The world narrows to the crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the steady beat of my heart. I need focus, not memories. I need a plan. When I finally slow, the first light of dawn spills through the branches, streaking gold over the compound roofs below. From here, the Grayhide estate looks peaceful, organized, and efficient. But I know better. Beneath that order is rot. Weak points waiting to be pulled apart. By the time I reach the servant’s quarters, the house is waking. Smoke rises from chimneys, guards exchange shifts, and kitchen girls shuffle toward the main hall with baskets of bread. I slip inside quietly, heading for my room.