50 Shades Of Gray Main Character Novels & Stories

Gray asked as if to convince me to make me just nod again and that's when Gray justified my sleeping position as comfortably as possible so I didn't feel nervous before finally I could only grip the cloth that was around me when Gray started to slowly push in and it hurt so bad , I almost even I screamed at the top of my lungs when I wasn't holding it in. "Aurel, I still focus on me, I'll do it slowly, tell me. If you can't stand the pain," Gray said again, making me nod, I kept looking at Gray's face, who was still trying to suppress his core to me, and that's when I could see his shining eyes "Are you Alpha" I said making another soul in Gray's body growl

A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable. Kaitlyn's eyes widened in horror before she burst out laughing. "You look like shit, Greyman! Did you die and refuse to resurrect?" Grey's scowl deepened, and he forced out a growl, "Fuck you, Kaitlyn." Just then, a pretty young woman in her twenties appeared from behind him, clutching the wheelchair. She had dark hair, striking green eyes, and a slim figure, dressed in camo pants and a bright yellow top. "Hello everyone," she said, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry he's late." Her eyes darted to Grey, who was still radiating hostility, before returning to the group.

The door swung open. A tall, powerfully built man filled the doorway. **Kai Grayson**, 34. Ex-Army Ranger turned survival writer. Sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a body honed by years of harsh training and mountain living. He looked at her like she was a hallucination. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice deep and rough. “No shit,” Lila snapped through chattering teeth. “My car is stuck. Phone’s dead. Can I come in? Please. Just until the storm passes.”

I stood fixated as I waited to say hi. “How are you doing?” He said, looking right at Carmilia with a wide smile plastered on his face. Mr Gray, as I've come to know, seemed to me like some nerdy young man, considering the glasses he had on, his hair being styled in jelly coils and his choice of blazers. Also looked a feet shorter than me and snorted when he giggled. Carmilia certainly had a thing for weird people, but that wasn't my problem at this point. I stood for a moment watching them both exchange pleasantries as though they weren't a third party present. “Hello Gray!” I finally said, after getting tired of waiting for them to remember to acknowledge my presence.

he says. His thumb brushes the inside of my elbow once and I have to squeeze my thighs together against the sudden ache. "I'm Celyn," I whisper. We should keep walking but we don't. We just stand there while cars move around us, as we stare at each other. He is Black, put-together, commanding in this way that makes my heart race. And me? Curvy Latina photographer who hides behind the lens most nights wondering what it would actually feel like to be seen. "You're soaked," he murmurs, eyes flicking down again. The hunger in his tone makes my clit pulse.

“I mean, should she have come clean sooner? Of course. But she didn’t know who to trust, the girl just went through a major fucking trauma. I get it. I’ve been there.” Any retort that Fallon would’ve had dies on her lips when Gray utters that last line, her expression immediately softening as she scoots closer to him on the couch and sets a palm on his thigh in support. I think sometimes we all forget what Gray went through at the hands of the shadow pack- they took everything from him when he was still just a kid. Hell, he was Chase’s age when he was forced to assume the role of Alpha over what was left of his pack. It’s a wonder he made it through and became the leader he is today. It’s fu

ADELE'S P.O.V My eyes fell on the stranger, his gray eyes staring intently at me and the corner of his lips held a smirk as he helped me stand up. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I returned his gaze. There was something about him that made me feel both nervous and intrigued. He was tall, strong and handsome, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. But it was his eyes that drew me in, their intense gray depths seeming to see straight through me.

All thanks to the nosy neighbor next door. A part of her felt extremely bad for Grayson, underneath all the brashness and straight up being evil, he was a decent man underneath—at least that was what she thought from her work experience being a lot better, he was becoming more and more like his alter ego Mathew Knowles...and for a moment she thought he was apologizing for what he did after they slept together. ‘Please Gray', Charisse pleaded inside the office, ‘I can go on my knees if you—'

As I let go of his arms, I glanced down and saw bloody incisions across my midsection, forming the shape of his name. I shut my eyes, trying to escape into thoughts of Frederick, a refuge from this nightmare. Every encounter with Gray felt wicked and brutal, no matter how many times it happened. His pleasure in this was palpable and terrifying. I knew he was seeing other girls, but it didn't bother me. I couldn’t bring myself to care about him anymore. Gray pulled me closer, and I felt my blood staining his bare skin. I braced myself for a long, torturous night ahead.

I increased the pace of my finger, were my fingers were coming in and out of her, she was already at the point of release but I wasn’t going to allow her. But I soon stopped, pulling my fingers out of her, Anastasia’s face had a puzzled look at me, her breathing rough and hard too. “I have to pick the call.” I responded to her facial expression, coming out of the pool, I snapped back at her with a warning. “Don’t fucking cum or squirt or touch yourself Ana.” I reminded her and her agonizing face was everything to have my crock more hardened. “Christian Grey.” I spoke. “It’s about the girl you had inquired about, her name is Juliana Gabby’s, she’s a freshman. Apparently she’s a postulant from