Gray - Pretty_Amby - Wattpad

Gray

Reads 1,036
Votes 1
Parts 11
Time 3h 15m

Reads 1,036
Votes 1
Parts 11
Time 3h 15m

drama ghost paranormal romance syfy teen vampires werewolves witches youngadult

Gray. Yeah that's my name. Most people call me Ceci, which is my middle name. I hate it when people call me Gray. I have gray hair and bluish grayish eyes. I walked out the school and bumped right into him. "Watch where you're going!" I said as I looked into his hazel eyes. "Sorry do you know where the main office is?" He ask me. "Oh... Uhm I'm sorry about that." I said. "Nah no problem. You must be having a bad day." He said. "Sure thing. Well let me walk you there." I said. "Thanks." He said. "At least I can help one person. Anyway why are you here?" I ask him. "Picking up my cousin. My aunt not home and I have to never mind." He said. "Babysit your little cousin. I hope you have fun. It's the door to the left." I said. "Thank see you around." He said. "You too." I said and turned around and made my way out the school. "Who the hell were you talking to?" Kay as me. "Just some random guy." I said. "I know that look anywhere. He's cute isn't he?" She ask me. "Whatever. He's like in his twenty and not my leagues." I said as I blush remembering his hazel eyes.All Rights Reserved

drama ghost paranormal romance syfy teen vampires werewolves witches youngadult

Table of contents

11 parts

Sign up to add Gray to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Hell Hall by kamerykae

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

Going Nowhere by LenaNorth

My name is Hibiscus Brown, my best friend is a unicorn and my life is going absolutely nowhere. Oh, and I'm a witch. At least partly - the rest is all werewolf. After growling a little to loudly, Hibiscus, Kitty, Brown finds herself in the unfortunate situation of having to move back home to live with her dad /the werewolf/, her step-mom /the werebear/, and all the other creatures living in a small town called Nowhere. Surely it's just temporary? Surely even a half-witch/half-werewolf can figure out what she wants to do with her life? Surely the handsome werewolf who just moved back will ignore her, like he /mostly/ did when they were in high school? And surely the mysterious dark stranger who seems to pop up just about everywhere will help her when she needs it? So many questions... let's see if we can bring some clarity to it all, shall we? *** NOTE *** There will be f-bombs. And references to s-e-x. Nothing graphic because it's not my style, but there certainly will be shit that isn't super appropriate for a younger audience. You have been warned. © lenanorth All the words are mine. Please don't steal them. Write your own instead (and let me know so I can read them).

Blood Lust || Jasper Hale by onlymexsam

"They taste better when their blood run high. If they're stressed, excited, scared...in love." "And do you use your abilities to do it? Make them scared, excited or in love?" "I'm a natural predator, Sabrina. I don't need to use my abilities to make my prey feeling something I want." •~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~• Sabrina Vittoria Ferrari knew that to hide a secret you needed to look like someone who had none. After she almost lost her life, she had learned that the best way to make people forget she was a victim was to look perfect in everyone's eyes. And she did. She had learned how to look absolutely stunning. Her makeup was always done, her hair always looked like she had just walked outside a saloon, and her outfits had never something not coordinated. She even had a few sets of smiles for different occasions. She knew how to talk, how to laugh, how to show curiosity and how to recognise troubles. But when all her efforts risked to be thrown in vain, she took her father's promotion to move all away around the world and leave behind everything and everyone she knew. New country; new school; new friends; new life. Forks is exactly what she needed to start anew, but what will happen when she'll find out that not all her classmates are normal? And mostly, how will she react when a vampire with serious control issues can't think about anything else than her blood? ⚠️⚠️THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENTS, like sexual, violent and bloody moments.⚠️⚠️ ********************************************************* I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT'S SAGA RIGHTS, JUST MY CHARACTERS'. Also, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistake🫶🏻

Just Monsters [Completed] by JAJA9154

¤¤¤¤ You'll never know what could possibly happen here in our world. You'll never know what can attack you in the darkness. Even simple myths can be real. Some believe in them, some do not. I'm Jammie Blue Lee, a sixteen year old girl that believes in monsters. They all call me "Blue". ¤¤¤¤ The moment I settled my eyes on her, I knew she was the one for me. Not the cliché kinda thing but what can I do? Her soft skin, brown wavy long hair, brown eyes, small pink lips, long smooth legs and curvy body is enough to make me think dirty things that I'll do with her once I settle my fingers on her. And let's not forget about her strong aura. The feeling you are in grave danger once you look at her, is what I feel when she looks at me. I'm Jeydon Red Sai. The only guy that Blue will have for the rest of her eternity. ▪▪▪▪▪▪ Alright peeps! Second shitty ass freaking Book. XD This story involves mature contexts and swearing. Please read at your own risk. The scenes in this story does not reflect in any real life situations. This book also contains killing and murdering. (The scenes will be very detailed) In this ass freaking book will have grammatical errors and typos no matter what. Please read it and share it with your friends....Thank You So Much. ENJOY! By: JAJA9154 (HobiEonni)

Winter Wolf by HBFhelly

"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

Yeah, I Rejected You by flowhings

Then it hit me. The scent of my mate. The one I'd love and spend the rest of my days with. "Mine," he growled. I was forced up against the wall as he began to kiss me roughly. I managed to take a peek at my mate. The school's very own player. Otherwise known as the guy who infuriates me to the depths of hell. I shoved him off me and made him look me in the eye, "I don't care if you're going to be Alpha. You will always be the jerk I hate and the player I despise. I will not be looked upon as another of your minions. Yeah, I just rejected you." I snarled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shayla Hale is just another 15 year old werewolf, eagerly waiting for her 16th birthday so she can find her mate. She wasn't popular, and she wasn't a loner. Following her around, was the school's player, with a hobby of annoying her. She hated him for taking so much interest in her, since she knew all he was is a disappointment. Chase Anderson is the school's player, and the guy every girl swoons for. He's always found Shayla interesting, since she wasn't like the others. Witty comebacks, never sparing him a second glance. Being the hard to resist, soon to be Alpha of his Dark Wolfe pack, he needs to find his Luna. What he wasn't prepared for was his very own mate rejecting him. Will Shayla stay true to her word? Will Chase prove his mate wrong? What happens when Chase goes back to his player ways? How about when Shayla's childhood lover returns? *** I wrote this when I was 12/13 and it was the first romance/teen-fic/werewolf story I ever wrote at the time. Please go easy on my 12/13 year old self 😬

Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] by Sunmeee

'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

Children of The Fallen by ggwrites_1864

"I didn't think that the first night at my new college would end with me getting my back broken. And not in the fun way. I'm kind of annoyed about it. Not how I wanted to kick this year off. I got into my dream school, University of Miami. Big change from New York but I've loved this school since I found out what college was. I was looking forward to this for a while. I had decided to spend my first two years at a nearby community college to get my pre rec classes out of the way and save money. It was definitely a good idea, but the vibe of the school was: go to class, go home, and that's it. So to get to a big university I was excited for that cliche "college experience." I was excited to get shitfaced at a frat party, hookup with random guys, join a sorority and probably regret it. It's where you're gonna make the most mistakes, I mean it's the first time most people have complete, or almost complete freedom. Every adult ever always told me "college is where you're supposed to find yourself" and I was really hoping that would reign true. To kick the year off I wanted to have a fun night out with my new roommates who weirdly didn't have any social media so I was moving in with no prior knowledge of these two other than their names Victoria Brooks and Chloe Whitlock. I wanted to get to know them and get to know the area I'd be living in for the next two years. So it was pretty inconvenient for this shit to happen on the first fucking night." * * * * * Morgan Sinclair had expectations for her junior year at her new college: parties, roommates, clubs, friends, even classes and assignments. Among those expectations, was not: finding out about the existence of vampires and the fact that she is one. After one *almost* fatal night out she's forced to navigate a whole new reality. Vampires, lycans, a psychopathic father, betrayal, and blood- and it'll all take her away from everything and everyone she's ever known.

His Little Witch by lpsinsanity123

I'm Marissa TrueBlood. I'm 16 years old and I'm a full blooded witch. My parents died when I was little but I would contact with them on my mirror to heaven. I've been working on witch craft since. Soon my mother told me I should take part of a human school to get educated to the human world since I would always be in my witch library. I complied the offer and sign up to TaylorWaters High School. When it was my first day of school, I met some 'interesting people'. And when I mean 'interesting people' I mean what humans call 'bullies'. But one of them was most interesting out of the bunch. In other words, he keeps eyeing me.

When reality splits [completed] by KatMoon11

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

Hell Hall cover

Going Nowhere cover

Blood Lust || Jasper Hale cover

Just Monsters [Completed] cover

Winter Wolf cover

Yeah, I Rejected You cover

Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing] cover

Children of The Fallen cover

His Little Witch cover

When reality splits [completed] cover

Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.