The Gray House Novels & Stories

, with a cryptic smile, and closed the door before he could ask what she meant. The drive back to his house was swift on the smooth well-maintained roads leading him through the town of the White Creek pack. Alpha Gray lived on the outskirts of town in an old farmhouse with a barn-shaped roof. The inside was rustic but with clean lines and updated features. His favourite space in the home was in the living room. It was a room with high ceilings, exposed beams, and flooded with natural light from the single hung windows with Colonial Grille. Two large tanned leather couches sat opposite each other in front of a centred fireplace.

I responded, telling him I didn't and we'd find out in time, and drove off. Gray and I got to the location given to us by Diana. We surround the house and its environment. I stood by the car, parked neatly outside the gate, while Gray went inside. He knocked on the door, but no response came. He knocked again, this time more loudly, but still no response. Just as I stood there, another car pulled up and parked next to me, with my men stepping out of the car and rushing up to me holding guns. Gray then comes back to tell me he hasn't received any response from knocking. I order him to break into the house. Gray goes back to the door and tries breaking into the house when he sees a young man a

GRAY Lizzy's house was overly small for Gray to conveniently breath in. Although it was a moderate size building with an interior decorator that defined elegance and simplicity. The house was donned in spotless white and in the parlour contained a long Grey sofa beautified with colorful pillows resting against it. Above the sofa was a large portrait hung on the wall;a beautiful mixture of blue and white painting he couldn't quite depict. There were two Grey arm chairs rooted opposite the sofa and a black glass centre table which carried a Grey coloured sculpture defined like a vase and a plate of sliced Pineapples Lizzy had earlier dropped before storming to the kitchen.

Rora’s POV The Grayson mansion stood under a leaden sky, a hulking skeleton of my childhood. Boards covered the elegant windows. The once-manicured gardens were a tangle of weeds. It smelled of damp plaster and forgotten dreams. Ethan’s car screeched to a halt behind two black SUVs filled with security and the structural engineer, a wiry man named Hayes who looked grimly intrigued. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic echo of east wing, east wing.

“Honestly, I prefer Angela, and since it is my middle name any way it should be fine. I will use Christina within the company if I have to. But friends and family I want to be more personal.” I smile and take her hand in mine to lift it to my lips for a kiss. “I completely agree.” The rest of the drive passes in comfortable silence and soon we pass through the Graystone Estate Gates. The long driveway is lined with tall fir trees that provide privacy and block all views of the house from the main road. Although house might be too mild a word for it. Graystone Manor is built more akin to a palace than a house. The whole thing is raised above ground level and the main entrance is accessible by

I felt sick and flipped the switch to turn on the lights. But the light did not turn on. I flipped it again, but there was still no change. “Get me out…” the wife said. This time, her voice sounded right beside my feet. I could not see her. I could only ask, “Did you fall?” When I crouched down and reached out, my fingertips touched something warm and sticky. The sensation was disgusting. It felt like flesh that had been stripped of skin. The foul stench of blood was suffocating, and I stumbled a few steps back. The memorial photo outside swayed as I bumped into the cupboard where it was placed.

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.

Lucas goes down and we drive off immediately. “Is he dead?” I ask in panic. “It’s wolfsbane, they will live.” Gray takes the lead and Ray follows behind, he drives for hours and I start to think we are headed back to the camp when Gray bends into another road, a few more miles and the road turns from tar to sand and stones. Another hour of driving and he stops in front of an abandoned warehouse. “Where are we?” is the first thing I ask immediately we stop. “We have to get rid of these things,” Gray tells me. A man steps out of the ware house and Gray heads towards him, Ray and Cassandra also climb out of their bike. When we are close enough Gray takes the man’s hand in a firm shake.

The arrogant, possessive smirk completely vanished from his lips, his jaw clenching as his senses picked up the monstrous, suffocating density of his father’s frostbitten pine scent rolling under the doorframe. Gray moved with a rapid efficiency. He wrenched his hand away from my thigh, straightening his black-and-silver jacket in a single, fluid motion as he rose from the chair. He stepped back into the shadows near the wardrobe, his pitch-dark eyes narrowing into two sharp, calculative slits as the heavy brass door handle twisted from the outside with a sharp, mechanical clatter. The door slammed open against the wall.

Congealed grease clung to my skin, and the room filled with the stench of spoiled food. I pressed my lips together and stood frozen as the filthy liquid dripped onto the floor, forming a small puddle around my feet. The ceiling light flickered, splitting and rejoining the reflections on the floor. I looked at the closed bedroom door, and grief rose inside me. I knocked. "Chloe, open the door. We need to talk." Her muffled, furious voice came from beneath the blankets. "I have nothing to say to you! All you care about is money!