The Grey Novel Novels & Stories

He straightened when we approached. “Sir.” His voice was respectful. But not nervous. Interesting. Damien nodded once. “Grey.” So this was Grey. I looked at him properly now. And immediately understood the problem. He was the kind of man who noticed things. The kind who paid attention. Which meant— He was dangerous in a completely different way than Damien. Grey’s gaze shifted to me. Brief. Then back to Damien. “This must be the new assistant.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s one way to introduce someone.”

What does grey mean? Maya capped the pen then held it there for a moment. The base moved behind her: crates, voices, Marcus laughing quietly at something, Eli somewhere near the south shutter, the new light over medical humming with stolen sunshine. Grey sat on the map. Not danger. Not unknown. Not cleared. A place from another life. A wound with coordinates. “Not yet,” she said.

“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Mia’s, all I need now.” I smile and he kisses my head. Eve scoffs and walks away. I turn to Grey. “I really don’t understand how anyone has a problem telling you two apart. You’re fun and adventurous. Wes is reserved and cautious. Your hair is half a shade lighter then his. Your skin is slightly darker. Then there’s the cute mole on your…..” “Aha…heh…Mia. No one needs to know about my mole.” Grey says as his face turns red.

My body hummed in response to his touch, already aching for him. But all that excitement, every thrill, died abruptly when I saw him. Grey. Leaning casually against the wall next to our bedroom door. As if he had every right to be there. All the warmth in me evaporated. Nicholas halted in front of me, his muscles bunching where I touched him. Grey noticed us and bounced off the wall, his eyes trained on where Nicholas held me. A cold dread slid through my veins. And I wondered just what in hell did he wanted this time.

Grey stood up and slowly circled her, his footsteps echoing lightly on the concrete floor. "You played your part well, though," he admitted. "Without you, things wouldn’t have fallen into place so easily. But now... now it's over." Finally, Evelyn looked up, her eyes meeting his. There was no fear in them, only a cold, calculating gaze that mirrored his own. She wasn’t beaten yet, not completely. And that was what intrigued Grey the most. He stopped in front of her and crouched down, bringing his face level with hers. "You must be wondering what happens next," he said softly. "Well, I'm not staying to find out. My part in this is done."

It appeared that Grey was trying to avoid her continuously. Ethan entered the kitchen and saw Grey sitting at one side of the table. A cup of coffee was served in front of him, emitting steam. Grey, reading something on his tablet, put down the device and smiled at Ethan, who looked slightly annoyed. Grey shrugged and laughed. He intentionally shifted the problem of Nina to Ethan, and that made Ethan a little annoyed because he had to shield Grey whenever a woman was chasing after him.

Grey uttered mockingly but she ignored him trying to make sense of the pieces of recollections. Madine quickly understood that it was her memories that she had lost but it was still alien to her, and hard to put them together. One hour later, Grey arrived at an abandoned warehouse and he forced Madine out of the car. Madine willingly went with him because her head was still throbbing greatly. The warehouse was dirty and every part of it was already peeling off.

I hid my identity to protect myself and the people I love, to protect you, and the boy I've come to cherish like my own. "Answer me Grayson," she shook my hand off her cheek. “Do you kill people?“ "Oh no,“ I shook my head and went to stand by the window turning my back to her. "I built the Grey enterprise from scratch I put in every ounce of my being but the past is never forgotten. The Grey Syndicate.” "The Grey what? I don't understand. How many companies do you have?“

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

Could that be submission? As the blackwolf hesitated, a howl was heard nearby and two more werewolves suddenly dashed into the clearing, startling him and making him jump back. The two new wolves approached and the black wolf took in their sight. One was gray and the other was white but the common feature of both canines were their yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. They approached the fallen wolf and the gray one crouched and nudged him up. It was obvious that the brown werewolf was the alfa-male. As the three wolves stared at the black one,the tension in the atmosphere cleared. It seemed to be more peaceful. The matter was settled.No one was willing to fight again.The wolves retreated.