The Grey Novel Novels & Stories

Immediately, notifications flooded the screen. News alerts. Unknown messages. Social media mentions. Her fingers felt cold. She opened one article. The headline was big and bold. “THE SECRET WOMAN UNDER HARRISON GREY’S PROTECTION.” Her breath caught. She scrolled down. “She has been living in the Grey mansion for months…” “Sources say she is more than just a guest…” “Is she the future Mrs. Grey?” Her chest tightened. Future Mrs. Grey? Her hands started shaking. She opened another article.

There was no going back now. "Before I built ECO Oils.... before you met me, my life was blood and violence," Grey began. He kept his eyes on hers, forcing himself not to look away. "By the time I was twenty-four, I ran a criminal empire. We controlled the docks, the shipments, the underground money across three cities." Abigail listened. She didn't interrupt. She didn't look away. But she couldn't help but worry. "We got into a turf war," Grey continued. The words tasted like ash. "With the Russian mob. Dimitri Volkov was their boss. During the worst of the fighting, I cornered Dimitri's brother. He pulled a gun on me, and I.... killed him."

and “possibly local rivals / keep order?” And then, lightly, in the margin of one page: | Greyfen? history lot? watchers? no obvious activity. | I sat back slightly. So Jenny had noticed them too. Or at least noticed enough fragments to sketch the shape of them. Red Maw as rot. Blackthorn as organised. Greyfen as some quieter third presence sitting beyond the obvious conflict. My hands were steadier now. Not calm. Never that. But fixed with the thin wired concentration fear sometimes sharpened into.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

My eyes trailed up, past the equally messy jeans and t-shirt, until they met Grey’s curious expression. “Hey, City Girl.” He knelt down beside me and seemed to study my face for a moment. “Wanna go on a little adventure?” It didn’t sound like a trick, but the alarm bells in the back of my mind were still going off. Grey had gotten nicer lately, yes, but it wasn’t likely that all of the hatred he held for me had just completely vanished. Either way, I considered it. I wasn’t the slightest bit tired and was beginning to feel boredom set in. And, if he killed me, I wouldn’t have to live underground like a mole rat anymore. I made my decision and pushed myself up from the dirt.

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

It was suspicious looking, why would there be blinds at that part of the room, my feet moved, wanting to feed the curious mind of mine. Just a little more, and the blinds would be gone and I would see what was behind it. My hands ready to grasp on it but I couldn’t….. My neck switched towards the door which opened and a pair of fine leather jacket stroked my view. Professor Grey entered and immediately like our gaze were spell bound, it hooked onto each other. “You’re quite early Ms Gabbys.” He straightened his jacket, walking inside and he took his seat on the couch. I swallowed my saliva, stepping away from the blinds, while reshaping my appearance too, so that it wouldn’t spell that I was

ANN POV The atmosphere of Gray Ranch has become suffocating. Ever since Darcy's ex showed up everyone seems tense. The side-eye looks the pack gives him and the long periods of silence are killing me. Mix in the fact Mike and Carmen are scared every second of the day... "This will be over soon," Claire says quietly as she looks over my face.

Aiden leaned back in his worn-out armchair, his fingers drumming restlessly on the wooden table before him. For weeks, he had been tirelessly searching for clues about the elusive assassin known as the Devil Queen, Grey hasn't been able to find any clue so as Finn. Countless victims had fallen to her deadly skills, leaving the city in a state of fear and paranoia. But now, a glimmer of hope emerged from the darkness. Grey, burst into the room, clutching a weathered leather satchel close to his chest. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wild with excitement and fatigue. Aiden knew that whatever Grey had discovered, it must be of utmost importance.