50 Shades Gray 2 Novels & Stories

Allen, armed with the truth, went to the manor. Terence and Camile appeared heavy with worry. “Hello, Allen.” Camile forced a smile. “Any news of Sasha?” “Nothing concrete as of yet.” Allen’s response was calm. “But I’m here to get to the bottom of one thing. It’s about the silver poisoning incident two years ago.” Terence frowned. “The past should stay in the past, Allen. Our priority is to find Sasha.” “Unless this is cleared up, we will never know why Sasha left.”

I reached our bedroom door, my cheeks warm with excitement. Then I heard voices. I stopped. A strange uneasiness settled in my chest. No. I shook my head. This was supposed to be a happy day. I pushed the door open. My world shattered. Ethan was sitting on the couch. A woman was sitting across his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her lips were pressed against his. I couldn't breathe. “Ethan?” He pulled away slowly. His gray eyes met mine. There was no guilt in them.

Chapter 21: "Graywood's Gone," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 08 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 2nd Midnight ║

To his left sat Ember, still looking annoyed, and directly across from her sat Gray. The exact millisecond I stepped into the room, Gray lifted his head. His pitch-dark eyes didn't look at his sister or his father. They locked directly into mine with a predatory, calculating intensity that made my blood turn to absolute ice. But before I could even take a step toward an empty chair, Gray’s nostrils suddenly flared, a slow, wicked smirk slowly spreading across his lips as his dark gaze traveled down from my face to the hem of my dress, tracing a tiny, wet drop of the slick that had just broken through my defense and begun to trail down my bare thighs in full view of the table.

"Grace, you and Lorelei should come with me." "There's no need. A week has passed. Now, sign the divorce papers." His face twisted with anger. "What are you talking about? This isn't what we agreed on!" Right then, his phone rang. He ignored it, but it rang again. With a curse under his breath, he finally answered. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as the person on the other end spoke. Slowly, he turned to me, shock and disbelief all over his face. "Grace Atkinson, why would you do this?"

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

" The world isn't as black and white as you think it to be. On one hand everyone is at war, the other, people are willing to compromise, cheat and even sell their organs to get what they want. Nothing is ever really as it seems." Grayson stand before me, naked and frustration rises seeing him like this. I know what he's doing, seeking to crumble my resolve to the ground. So I play his game, testing his patience likewise. I lift myself from the bath, water tumbling from my middle, reaching for him as I make my way out, taking the towel in hand. "I'm losing patience Leila, " Grayson says behind me and I hear the slosh of water when he drops himself inside, hiding that sweeping monster of a d**

I could call Scarlett when I got out, and she could have Topher check on him. The response came while I dried off. Wrapping a towel around my body, I sat on the edge of the bed to read his message. Gray: Yeah, I'm okay. Me: What happened? Gray: You want the full story or CliffsNotes? Me: Well, I guess since it's text, CliffsNotes. Gray: She's a bitch who needs more than one cock at a time. Me: OMG-she cheated on you? Gray: Long story but yes. Love that you ignored her being a bitch.

Chapter 114 – The Gray Star’s Deception The gray star glimmered in the nexus’s starfield, its light subtle, almost elusive, like mist slipping through fingers. Jessica led her companions along the path, the obsidian surface now threaded with faint, silvery veins that pulsed with a quiet menace. The golden star’s warmth lingered in her, a steady glow where her spark once burned, but the hollowness remained, a soft ache sharpened by the gray star’s whisper: *“You weave with light, but I weave with secrets. Come find me, Jessica.”* The new weaver’s voice was cunning, intimate, as if they knew her—not just her name, but her fears, her losses.

Alpha Gray undressed, and they stepped under the warm stream of water from the large rain showerhead. Nueva watched as the water glistened over Alpha Gray's strong physic flowing down over his hard abs and narrow hips, lingering there for a moment. Before, she trailed her lazy eyes up to his face; Nueva could tell that he was exhausted. A week of not knowing where she was, showed the signs of dark circles under his intense eyes and a thick black stubble covered his strong jawline.