50 Shades Grey Book Review Novels & Stories

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

"I do read novels yeah but I just started reading them recently, less than six months ago... Do you want to tell me... Oh." I stopped talking immediately as my mind raced to erotic stuff I read in both after and fifty shades. As much as I avoided to read those parts, I managed to get a glimpse but not too much details because, well Anna Todd doesn't give warnings like, hey you... Explicit sexual content here! Or mature or steamy content here, the woman is, well she's just Anna, and I can't say same to Erika Leonard James, she's much worse, more reason to why I haven't read fifty shades darker and freed. Grey was enough albeit, I tried skipping the detailed content, but I knew what Caesar mea

First of all thank you so much to the editor, Martin who gave me the chance to publish my 50SHADES OF PUBERTY BOOK. Since this is my first story on this platform and English is not my first language but I tried to entertain you guys with my storyline. This book is special to me because in this book I had shown many real incidents that happened. And the other reason is I had to show some sparks of teenage life. I have one moral for this story's character.

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

Grey is using her aura to make his wounds heal. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Then louder, fractured, “You don’t get it.” Grey blinked. “Scar...” She turned away from him, gripping the cold marble sink like it was the only thing holding her upright. Her reflection stared back at her...eyes too wide, skin too pale, breath coming in short, uneven pulls. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It wasn’t the humiliation. It wasn’t Ronan reading out her darkest, filthiest thoughts like they were a fucking performance piece. It was the book. The same damn book. The one she’d been careless with.

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.