50 Shades Of Gray Main Character นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She won’t chop me into pieces, will she? “I mean, you don’t know her that much. You said you’ll be her submissive; have you searched that on the internet before? Do you know Fifty Shades of Grey? She’s a complete sadistic control freak! And you’re mad as a hatter!” she yelled, forcing me to move my phone away from my ear. I hissed before I put it back near my ear. “I know! I freaked out. I'm scared, but I'm also desperate and hopeless," I said, placing my face on the desk and closing my eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I bit my lower lip to keep myself from breaking down.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

Lillian asked, for some reason she doesn’t like how he was talking about Shane, even if he seemed to be right, she wouldn’t like anyone badmouthing him, no matter how he is, she loves him just as much. “Forgive my ignorance,” he stepped out from the shadows and she gasped lightly, before her was a very tall man, just the same height as Shane. He had platinum blonde hair which covered the left side of his forehead in short fringes, his eyes were dark hazel and they seemed to be staring deep into her soul. His lips were light pink in color and looked succulent to the eyes, he had a chiseled smooth face that complimented his looks. In all her life, only one man had she described as handsome but

The coffee shop continued around him, the ordinary extraordinary in its persistence, its indifference to his becoming. Grayson Hayes, alone. Not the patient one, the controlled one, the guy who had everything and wanted nothing. Just the person, messed up and not finished and still trying. That was enough. For now. For this moment. For the ending that was also beginning, also love, also the boring real they had reached, finally, possibly, together.

My whole body reacted in a way it never had before. Jezz... I bit my lip remembering, Mr. Grey is really naughty. I could already feel myself getting wet again. No, seriously... I won’t touch myself. “Hey, horny bitch, can you just focus?” I said to myself. Later in the day, I heard the sound of a car outside. Mr.Grey had returned. He walked in, and behind him was a young man. He looked calm and confident. He had studs in both ears, and wore jeans with a fitted shirt, and had a strong build. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

The wife had a slim, graceful figure, like someone who ate clean and never missed a workout. While the man had that Henry Cavill build—over 6ft tall, broad shoulders, a solid chest with moderate hair that faintly extended down the center of his torso, and arms that looked strong even at rest. There was an effortless masculinity about him, the kind that didn’t scream for attention but got it anyway. I admired that. Also, I noticed he was a Shower. His black cock looked semi hard at about 6 to 7 inches in its flaccid state.

"That narrows it down to what, a hundred women?" "Fewer than that. She's got red hair, natural. And she's..." Grayson paused, remembering their encounters. "Confident but uncertain. Powerful but seeking surrender. It's a specific combination." "Sounds like you've got it bad." "Maybe." Grayson took another drink. "But first I need Morgan's test results. Then I can move forward." Their food arrived, and they ate in companionable silence for a while. The steak was perfect, but Grayson barely tasted it. His mind kept circling back to the same problems, the same questions.

The reason the Charles Empire let her see what they were doing to him was a form of emotional torture, but she had already had enough of that. "I will kill them. Don't worry," she said to him with a smile. Although he couldn't hear her, he could read her lips. "You see, you can free him if you want," Gray said, standing beside her. "You can use me. But nothing is free." "How are you able to give me what I need?" "I'm a doctor and I have connections." Hannah Grace glared at him. "You are a doctor for people with behavioral and mental problems."