50 Shades Of Gray Main Character 소설 & 이야기

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

Gray walked past Adrian who called to his attention but he immediately brushed them off and walked to Leez. " How I missed you Leez," Mr Gray said as he kissed the back of her hands. Mr Gray was an internationally accredited films director having several production companies. Everything he touched turned into gold. He was also known to be single, having openly acknowledged that the woman he loved had been snatched by another man, but he was still hopeful for the day he'd get her back.

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.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

Reaching the receptionist, I took a deep breath and asked to see Gray, a girl with blonde hair, elegant skin, and a sweet voice, calmly said I should wait as she reached out to Gray first. She walked back to me raising her eyebrows as she pointed to Gray's office. I walked in the direction giving a “thank you smile. I stumbled upon my words as I met Gray sitting in his office, busy opening some files. His towering figure, broad shoulders raven black hair, and piercing eyes met mine. “Why do you need to see me?” Gray asked adjusting from his seat. Sophia didn't deserve that, I know she has been mean to me, but dismissing her off her roles and posting her sex tapes is the height of it and chil

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

“Sudan, please don’t do something you can’t take back.” A strange, cold calm settled inside him, sharp, focused, inevitable. “That’s the thing,” he said softly. “I already have.” He turned and walked away. Her crying echoed down the alley, but he didn’t turn around. Not once. By the time he reached the street, the snow had begun to fall harder, heavy flakes drifting through the gray sky, muffling sound, softening edges. But nothing inside him felt soft. The world Mary built… The world she left him for…

Then, for the first time since I started working here—he smiled, lasting for over a second. And it transformed him. He looked… breathtaking. Why did he always keep such a straight face if smiling made him look this good? “You don’t have to apologize, Tilda. I’m more concerned about your welfare,” he said. I smiled back, feeling foolish. Miranda was right. I was only acting this way because I had been away from men for so long. There was no way Mr. Gray—Oscar Gray—was connected to my past. It was ridiculous to even consider it. Oscar Gray lives here in Bellaire, and not in Houston Heights.