The Gray House Novels & Stories

Maybe if the talk with Harlow went well, I could see if she had any footage. I parked my car in front of the gray house and got out. I liked this house, even though it had an uninviting aura around it. It was different than the other houses in the town. It was like this house was plucked from the city and dropped in the middle of nowhere.

“No, I didn’t dare to go after acknowledging I murdered him.” “Before accomplishing your task, did you by chance wander into the house?” “Yes, I was instructed to acquire a few things before igniting the fire, so I snuck in around midday.” “What did you observe inside?” “Except for one particular area, there was nothing particularly intriguing there. Which, with its red-on-red pattern, sparked my interest. Are you familiar with the movie Fifty Shades of Gray? Similar to Christian Gray’s scarlet room, but almost empty except for the four poster bed. Considering how little the house is, there is not much else to say.”

“Ah, home, sweet, home.” Her parents’ estate slid into view as she rounded a long slow curve in the road. The pavement gave way to a smooth gray brick driveway almost the size of a three-lane interstate curving into a U shape. The house itself was two floors, gray stone with rich dark wood molding just under the roof. The windows, doors, and other decorative matched the same dark color.

he answers, and I jump right into what I found. "Why was I not warned that Hazel Layne was mauled to death in her room?! And why would any sane person think a single pregnant woman would be safe in a home where one woman has already died? I mean, is this some sick joke? My parents died the same way while hiking," I scream/sob as my emotions and stress run over. Mr. Gray stays silent for a moment before making a strange grunt-like sound in his throat. "Uhm, Ms. Layne, how much do you actually know about your family? I mean, has anyone ever told you any stories or anything," Mr. Gray asks, and my eyebrows draw together in annoyance.

He hasn't really said anything about our wedding, and he has changed so much since he got here, why was the project here in Creek taking so much, he should be done by now, why does he even have to be here when his staff can literally take care of everything. I couldn't wrap my head around it, I needed answers. I got dressed and matched to Gray suite. I kept knocking without any response. “Miss Oliv, Mr Gray has moved to his new house, he doesn't stay here anymore.” one of the media said. “Gray bought a house, here in Creek? Can I have the address?” He couldn't argue not giving me the address, I can't believe what I just heard. Gray already bought a house here and I have been staying in this

The car entered a street. More like a different world. The street itself looked rich. The roads, the gardens and all the home there. Everything looked classic. Summer is approaching but here, it was something else. His car slowed down near one of the house. I looked up to look a building. This guy lives inside this? This one person? For this one person why this big house? He must have used half of his black money here. MR.CORRUPT!

I hear him murmur. Heart in my throat, I turn the knob and wander in. Grayson sits behind his desk, pen between his fingers at he writes on a piece of paper. He looks up when I close the door behind me, the most prominent specks of silver glinting in his eyes as he caught my gaze. His office is impressive. More impressive than mine back at home. Is it even my home anymore? "I know," I say, although my voice comes out breathless and hoarse. Grayson's eyebrows furrow together in confusion, not knowing what I am talking about. I force my eyes to the ground.

The group returned to Haverstone Manor in silence, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The once-imposing building seemed smaller now, dwarfed by the enormity of the task ahead. Emma felt the weight of the key in her pocket, its faint glow a constant reminder of their tenuous victory in the glade. But even as they crossed the threshold into the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something unseen had followed them.

BUt HE knew she already is. ‘Shit’ he cussed as he saw all of the missed call from her. "Gray, come fetch me. " call Gray “I’m on my way, Sir “ Gray replied As a few moments later, Theo saw a black Rolls Royces parked near the apartelle. He just got out of the steamy and refreshing hot shower as Gray heads to the apartelle “Sir..” “Shush…” He shushed Gray and pointed out the girl sleeping to not disturb her while he makes his way out of her room dressed

(Abbi's POV) Hearing Mable Bell's words, I hurried to Gray's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gray, who was delirious and dumbfounded, and Mable Bell, who was standing by his side, asking him some very simple questions. "Are you the murderer?" "Yes," Gray replied blankly. "Why did you do it?" "Because I like Abbi Miller and want to help her kill Flora, the woman she hates." Gray's eyes were dull when he said those words. It would be great if he said these words in front of the police!