50 Shades Gray 2 Novelas e Histórias

Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two. - What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.

I raised my hand and it did the same thing the others had been doing, it opened itself. The only difference was that, the other were had been full of emptiness. The one was not. And Maya made an appearance at the sight. You made a death wish, you're now face to face with the demon of death herself. Good luck. And with that she shut the door herself. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ There she was, sitting on a swivel, with her back facing me. She had a red hair and a pale skin, and from the way she sat cross legged I could tell that she was shaped and sexy.

The tension left his body as he breathed him in, like he was trying to memorize the scent of peace. They didn’t say anything after that. There were no more confessions, no more apologies, just the quiet sound of rain and the subtle rhythm of hearts finding sync again. Sudan shifted closer, curling himself around Zach like a shield. His hand slid under Zach’s shirt, resting against his bare skin. He kissed the nape of Zach’s neck once, soft enough to make him shiver. “Don’t leave again,” Sudan whispered, so quietly it almost got lost in the dark.

The rain had already begun by the time Shane closed the curtains, the low hum of the city muffled into a distant, steady hiss. The suite was warm, scented faintly of expensive cologne and the lingering trace of my perfume. I sat curled in the armchair by the coffee table, still in the ridiculous wig from earlier, makeup smudged from a long day of pretending to be someone else. Shane’s eyes followed me from the desk where he was setting down his laptop, his gaze a strange mix of amusement and something much darker—focus, calculation.

"Ah...it hurts...ahh..." Gray could only squeeze his shoulders, chest and auburn hair bouncing to the beat of his push. Then he lifted his hips high and pressed inside her as hard as he could. He pushed himself inside of her a few more times, then fell on the bed feeling guilty and spending it all. Gray Danvers took him in his arms and kissed him lightly on his sweaty face. One last day until Agasa returns... ___

In fact, almost everything in his room were two colors- black and grey. Yara flashed him a smile which Grayson found suspicious as he slightly knitted his brows and watched her walk towards the windows, parting the curtains for a little light and plenty air. Then she went to the light switch and turned off almost all the lights that were on, leaving only one that was shining in the center of the room. Grayson's eyes widened as he stared at her for fifteen seconds straight, his right hand still glued on his wine glass which he held in the air.

But before that, Gray appears again like a little demon designed solely to make things worse. "You two need to loosen up," he shouts over the music, “There’s snow in the bathroom, in case you want a pick-me-up. Don’t do too much, though.” Bram’s body goes cold and tense on my back, so I’m pretty sure that’s a no. “I’m not going near coke again,” Bram lets him know. Gray stops for a second and realizes it was kind of insensitive, given Bram’s circumstances, “You shouldn’t either.” “I just did a tiny bump. You don’t have to worry about me, I can handle myself,” Gray responds, then proceeds to grab Bram’s shoulder and bring him closer, “Go dance with your girl. I’ll bring you your drinks.”

I whispered, my voice trembling. His smile widened, a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down my spine. "Of course I did. I needed to talk to you. Alone." He took a slow step towards me, then another. My eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but there was nowhere to go. My heart hammered. This was it. This was the moment. He knew. "You know," he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'."

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

Cynthia hissed. "Let's go in," Lindsey said approaching Keith. Keith turned and glanced at her, she looked very worried and it broke his heart that he was the one that brought such pain and worries to her. "Don't worry, everything is going to be okay" Keith whispered to her and smiled. Lindsey couldn't help but smile back at him and hope that everything turns out just fine. "It's good you both returned," Mrs. Grace said immediately Lindsey and Keith walked back into the room. "I was about unveiling the wined and testing result," she added and President Blossom adjusted on her seat getting curious. Mrs. Grace stared at them one after the order before she began. "We have tested the two wines l