50 Shades Of Gray Main Character Novels & Stories

I stay by the door watching him. Gray is not a handsome man, not in the classical sense. Though there’s something in the way he carries himself that makes a girl forget he’s not easy on the eyes. He is older than I am by twelve years. There’s a hard silence to him, a shell you’re not sure you want to crack. There was no reason for me to fall in love with him. In fact, the circumstances of our meeting were not conducive to the start of a relationship. The first time I met Gray, he handcuffed me and threw me in the back of his car. He wasn’t sure what to do with me, and he couldn’t leave me as he found me, or so he would tell me later. I was a mess of a girl, nearly starved and half crazy with

Making my way out of the territory, I smile to myself knowing that my mate is now safe. Gray’s POV: I open my eyes to see a very familiar ceiling. I’m in my room. I slowly sit up, trying to remember what happened. I walk to my bathroom and stare at myself. My hair is a mess, I look like I haven’t showered in days. There is a bandage around my head. I take it off to reveal a faint scar on the side of my head. I take off my clothes and turn on the shower, letting the warm water run all over my body.

Clearly, he had no interest in her life. Her heart pricked but she ignored it. She drew a sigh and managed to reach the bed. She took the lubricant and applied it. He exited the bathroom in time. Fully dressed he made his way towards the bed. She admired his silver eyes that were currently studying the new details in the room instead of studying his wife. She wondered how long she would have to wait to see love for her in those eyes. Gray had become her favorite color since the day she had seen those eyes. She wondered what his favorite color was. She hoped it was green.

Gray added. As she tried to recall more details, a particular memory resurfaced. "A chubby boy with round glasses and a broken tooth in front," she whispered to herself. Gray's smile faded, replaced by a look of astonishment. He stared at Victoria and questioned, "How do you know what I looked like back then?" Meeting his gaze, Victoria found herself unable to speak. It was because right now, she is Victoria Red, and not the Vic, whom Gray met in the past.

I felt a wave of despair wash over me, and tears streamed down my face as I realized the gravity of my situation. I resigned myself to my fate with a sigh, perhaps this was an atonement for my father's sins. The goddess seemed to demand my blood as a price for redemption. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I thought about my life - Emmeline Gray, the only child of Santos Gray, dying in a dungeon. It was a fate I never could have imagined.

Since his grandma died, he has sworn to develop the drug, and he has been working together with Tony, which is annoying me. Tony is known to be a playboy who doesn’t spare anyone including guys on his mission on being a perverted werewolf, that was why I didn’t want him anywhere close to my babe, even though Gray assured me that all those things are façade he created to stop his parent from choosing a business marriage partner to him and that he is a cool person, but still, I couldn’t let my guard down.

I should have consulted her first instead of getting carried away by my feelings. I stared at Jane’s hand that reached my face, and how funny it was to not realize that I was already crying as I looked at her? I could feel her hand shaking as she tried to dry my face, only to end up sobbing with me as well. SERENA’S POV It fucking broke my heart. Gray’s shoulder was shaking as he avoided my gaze, only looking at the bed as if trying to hide his tears from me. Seeing him this close allowed me to see how badly this situation was treating him. He had dark undereyes, and I just now noticed that he had lost so much weight compared to the time that he hadn’t known that I was Jane. Has he been losi

“And you’re still doing this? I don’t know, she seems to annoy me with her presence and I find it quite interesting, it has been a while anyone could get on my nerve to this point Gray glanced at me in the mirror. “I already checked her background thoroughly. Angel Molley. Twenty-four. No mother. A father dying in a cramped house. A stepmother and a sister who barely tolerate her. One friend, Ella. That’s it.” “She’s alone,” I said, the words feeling heavy. “She’s invisible,” Gray added. He was quiet for a beat, his eyes narrowing as he thought. Then he smiled without humor. “Actually, Drake... our problem just solved itself.”

Instead, the constant whizz from printers, keyboards taps mixed with the scratch of her pen on the paper next to the open books filled her ears. Marigold had spotted him immediately as he walked in through the extensive wooden double doors. Alpha Gray had an aura about him that made women notice him. He was dressed in tight faded jeans a black t-shirt under a leather jacket. His dark hair was well styled, and a dark stubble covered his strong jawline. She watched him walk towards her, and her stomach fluttered. Marigold quickly glanced over the shoulder to see if he was walking to her or someone behind. "Omega Marigold?" Alpha Gray's voice sounded out in the quiet library. No one dared to sh

We stopped kissing but that didn't break us from that sudden drama. He leans his forehead against mine as his eyes meet mine. And that was when I got back my senses. I just kissed a boy , not just a guy , but a tatted stranger Gray. I flinch and move away from him. He smirks and shoves his hands in his pockets. I wanted to speak but my eyes couldn't help but check him out. Even if I was a nerdy depressed introvert , I could obviously tell when I see an absolutely pretty person. He was one of those. His toned self would make any normal girl lick him all over. But I wasn't that normal girl.