50 Shades Of Gray Main Character Novels & Stories

The images still clung to me, iron glinting in lamplight, cuffs dangling like silent threats, that whip resting as though waiting for a hand that knew it well. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the vision away, and pushed myself forward. One foot in front of the other, until finally my gaze found the number I should have seen from the beginning: 627. I would actually love to try something like that with Bryan. Something wild, something not ordinary. My cheeks flushed at the thought of it, I imagined Bryan treating me like Anna in Fifty Shades Of Grey. Bryan meets the criteria of Christian Grey in that movie, he was as rich, or even richer, and I wondered if I was anything like Anna.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

"Which one is which?" "Okay, so, there's Lance, and he is the redhead. And then there's Drew, the one with albinism. And then Olivette, the leading lady, she's Black." I listened to Jackson explain the book and characters to Samantha, basically whining about how the book was dark and heartbreaking and how there were only a handful of happy and romantic scenes, with a lot of violence and conflict. That didn't sound like a good book. "I mean, I get it from the trigger warnings and the nature of the book itself, but it shouldn't be this dark to the point where the main characters die," he huffed out, slumping against Samantha's shoulder. "Now I can't stop thinking about it. Like, I'm so sad for

“Wait a minute! They’re going to test her, I want to know the results!” While they were discussing, Grey was fading away. “Wait.. wait...I want to see what’s going to happen.” Grey said as he was fading. And then Grey wakes up from his dream. He was pretty tired from the trip to the mountains and somehow a dream showed about a person he didn’t know. “That was pretty weird, I need to get some milk,” Grey said as he went downstairs. End of Chapter 58

Though most of the folks she knew fainted for two reasons, too much alcohol, or too much drugs. She gave him a little shake to try and rouse him, but he was fucking out like a pledge at the first fraternity party. Like this, Grayson didn’t look like such a heartless dick, but so vulnerable even. It was almost a turn on really, well except for the fact he looked as pale as a crack whore on the streets during a Minnesota winter, and the whole unconscious thing. Though some sickos were turned on by that, she had her limits and standards. She liked the soft lines of his face like this, too bad it had taken The Godwin being practically comatose to relax.

Though he isn't a player. Once I was back in my room I was still smiling. I dont know why but I was really happy that Grayson was so kind. Even though I was very much not going to be the main character in a new romance novel where the Beta ended up being my mate and we fell in love. Me being the ugly nobody that didnt know she was a werewolf and ended up being a special one. He was the hot ass Beta that helped me. Makes me sick just thinking about the cliche books that my bestfriend Ruby Black reads. As you can tell she's a hopeless romantic. She cant wait to find her mate.

But I definitely know who they are, from books, from television. It’s Alpha Grayson. I figured I was in the Freedom Pack, but it’s one of the largest ones in the mortal realm, so it can’t be a coincidence that he’s standing before me right now. He looks exactly how I expected from the little I’ve seen of him and the way he has been explained in books. Dark hair, silvery eyes. He doesn’t look as feral as I expected, but he does have a wild look in his eyes that I have no interest in exploring.

Prison has changed Grace to become more perfect as a wife and noblewoman. "You're amazing, Grace." Mr.Charmond whispered in the woman's ear. OH BABY GRACE The man with a black coat covering his entire body, only showing his eyes made Mr. Charmond let go of Grace's embrace. Since the bedroom door slowly opened, his heart started beating faster when he saw that figure in the dark. The room light was on, illuminating several points so that Mr.Charmond could see that the man who met him was not a stranger.He really recognized that the thin body belonged to Charles.

I didn’t know how long it had been before the pain and dizziness woke me up. I struggled to open my eyes, using my hands to push myself up from the floor. I looked around and found that this was a pitch-black cell, the air thick with the smell of mold and some unidentifiable stench. My stomach swirled, causing me to puke air. Wait a second…Gray! How is Gray right now?! The thought of Gray made my heart ache. Even my wolf started to whimper in pain.

Confused, I glanced up and realized that I wasn't alone in this space. Across from me sat a guy, holding a blunt in his hand. His gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, I almost forgot why I had been crying. His beautiful dark skin glowed under the moonlight, adorned with an array of tattoos that covered every inch of his body. Neatly braided cornrows cascaded down his shoulders, and his chiseled jaw tensed intermittently. His lips had a captivating shade of pink-a striking combination of features. And then there were his eyes. A light shade of gray, almost blending with the white of his eyes. They possessed a cold yet captivating allure.