50 Shades Darker Novels & Stories

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

"You know that, don't you? You've always known it. He never once made you look like this." I pulled back. I looked at her in the mirror. Her eyes were glassy. Wet. Not crying. Not yet. But close. So close. "He never made you cum so hard you forgot your own name," I said. "He never made you beg. He never made you get on your knees. He probably fucks you in the dark with the lights off so he doesn't have to look at you." The words were cruel. I knew they were cruel. I didn't care.

Everyone smiles and grabs the knife together. Everyone looks at each other then Everybody blows the candle together and hugs each other with lots of love. "This is not ending our story but this is just the beginning of our new lives." Goodbye 50shades of puberty readers. Love you all. __________End____________

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

He was boiling. The basement was darker than the last night she was here. Her gaze frantically fluttered across the room. Killian roughly threw her on the cold floor. She groaned in pain as her ankle twisted and her elbows chafed against the ground. "Get up," his voice hollered in the darkroom. She felt dizzy with the pain. 'Get the fuck up," he roared like a madman. She whimpered and quickly struggled to her feet. She cried when a sharp pain shot through her ankle. She flattened her back against the wall to get some relief from the pain.

Said, Simon. Dark heard their conversation but ignored them. When Dark entered the shower room, he immediately opened the shower and let the cold water flow over his body. He stayed up many days because of office work. There are many backlogs and he is quite upset. Instead of reducing them, they have doubled daily. Dark felt Jahmar enter the shower room and it went directly to Dark's adjoining shower. "Will you attend the party later?" Jahmar asked. "No." Dark's simple answer "What a waste. It's a big party because we beat our opponent for the third time. " Says Jahmar

“Don’t frighten her.” “I’m not frightened.” I lift my chin, my curious eyes darting between them. “But I’m not willing to go that far. Not tonight, anyway.” “That’s perfectly fine,” Dark growls, flicking his tongue against my clit again. “But know this—you will eagle spread your legs for us tonight, even if it isn’t to get fucked, goddess.”

Uncontrolled. “HAAAAAA— And then—everything goes dark

Pushing the door open, I hesitated on the threshold, trying to brace myself for what awaits me? The room was dimly lit, nearly pitch black, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I sucked in a sharp breath, taking it all in. It looked like a scene straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey, except darker-way darker. This was no ordinary room; this was a playroom-a dark, alluring prison outfitted with... equipment. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. Was all of this meant for me?

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.