50 Shades Books Novels & Stories

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

Lindsey said and quickly gulped down all five shots all at once. "Hope there isn't any problem?" Lindsey turned towards the voice and meet a dark muscular man standing in front of her. He had a moustache which Lindsey thought was cute and his perfume was very strong and had a nice fragrance "Why? can't a lady drink anymore?" Lindsey asked staring at him. Williams' lips twitched in a smile as he walked towards the empty seat close to her. He sat down before turning to answer her question "I never said so, just that it's not every day you see a pretty damsel sitting at a bat counter alone and taking five shots of tequila all at once, I almost thought you were in a drinking competition" William

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

he said. She laughed, breathless. “That’s not how it works.” He smirked. “It will.” Outside, the party raged on. Inside, Leah Summers—loner, virgin, bookworm—had just let the most wanted boy on campus make her come against a frat house wall. And that? That was just the beginning.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

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Vivienne’s legs were still shaking when the elevator doors opened into the lobby. The normal lights felt too bright. Too real. Noah’s cum was slick between her thighs, slowly dripping down as she tried to walk normally. Her skirt was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. She felt wrecked. Claimed. And shamefully, she didn’t want it to end.

She tiptoed through the room as if she were in a museum, afraid to touch the shining oak of the bedframe, or the perfectly smoothed silk linens on top of it. Ruth, on the other hand, had no qualms. She happily wagged her tail as she ran about the room, smelling everything. Caitlin made her way over to the huge dresser in the corner. It had a shining, white marble top, with golden drawers. On top of it, there had been laid out already several sets of clothing options for her. She could not believe it. Each outfit was more beautiful and extravagant than the next. There was a long, formal gown, in a black silk; there was the Versailles version of casual clothing, which was just a slightly short

Sunlight filtered through a thick blue curtain, illuminating a small room located in the attic. Right by the door was a large wooden desk, painted white, and a swivel chair. Under the desk was a trash can filled to the brim with some papers, soda bottles, and salty snack wrappers. On the desk there was a laptop in a silver casing, a pile of notebooks and books, and a tiny lamp. Above the desk there was a large shelf with a lot of books - from textbooks, through readings, to romances. Here and there, there were photos framed in colorful frames and many other ornaments such as jugs, figurines, etc.