50 Shades Gray 2 Novels & Stories

He asked hastily, grabbing his briefcase. “Well, there are enough rooms. She’s free to stay and leave as she pleases,” he responded. Jasper had blown me a kiss before storming away through the door. I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling my soaked panties cling to my skin. “Well, I’ll be in my room then, Katherine,” Mr. Grey spoke, pushing past me with a gentle silence on his face. I watched him leave, hungry for more. I didn’t really care who it was anymore—I just needed enough intimate pounding.

"Yvonne's diary was in my hands. I'd found it ages ago but kept it from you, not wanting to hurt you. Now, I don't have to worry about that anymore. " Eric's hands shook as he read the diary, learning the shocking truth. In a flash of anger, he slapped Yvonne's face. Thomas grinned and said, "You know, when she heard you were doing great, she wanted to leave that guy and come back to you. However, he wouldn't let her, so she got rid of him! She hid in another country for years before she dared to come back. If you'd looked into it, you'd have known. Too bad you were fooled by her."

And everything else disappeared. ******** Seven Years Later (Isabella) Rochester didn’t look the same. Or maybe I didn’t and that was because I had become that which the matron wanted me to be. For me. For the people who I held close to my heart. The car stopped in front of a tall glass building, and for a second, I just sat there staring at it. My heart wasn’t racing. It wasn’t calm either. It was somewhere in between… like it didn’t know how to feel about coming back to a place that buried me alive.

I climbed over the rubble and went through a clear path on the other side. Once more, step by step, the path continued. Another block appeared. This time it was a perfectly clear glass wall. On the other side was Damian and me. I banged like there was no tomorrow on the wall, but it would not budge. I could see us arguing, then I pushed him away. Similar to when I had tried ending things before the party but this time he walked away. Again, the pain in his eyes breaking my heart. He walked towards the wall, and I found myself backing up away from the wall. He disappeared as the wall shattered in front of me. The glass was falling like snowflakes around me.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

You humiliated her in front of the entire world. Leon closed his eyes. Another swallow from the bottle. Bigger this time. The world tilted. His chest tightened, breath uneven. He didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Instead, he powered his phone off. Dark screen. Silence. He lifted the bottle again. Felicity lay curled on her side, knees tucked tightly to her chest. The room was swallowed in darkness except for the thin spill of streetlight leaking through the curtains. She felt drained, like something important had been pulled out of her and left her behind.

His muscles bulging out of the grey short-sleeved shirt he wore. He sensed my presence as if by magic, his body stiffened and immediately turned, eyes jiggering around as if looking for someone. Finally, his gaze landed on me, his eyes widened a fraction. He looked as handsome as ever, his grey eyes matching perfectly with his grey shirt. This time his hair was cut a little lower than usual. Hm, who knew a taper fade would fit him so well. ''Sky?'' He crooked, his voice coming out only as a whisper. His voice. Its been a long time since I heard his voice. It sounded much more mature.

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

Susan's POV The clouds are getting darker than I expected. It wasn't like this when I first walked in. I had to shut the windows to stop the breeze from penetrating my room. It's just a matter of time before it starts raining heavily. Should that happen, it might ruin my chances of going home first thing in the morning. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I lost sleep trying to cope with the chaos in my life. My life is starting to look like a movie. If it were on N*****x, it'd be the most-streamed series ever recorded in history.