50 Shades Of Grey Book の小説・ストーリー

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

We walk past her walking towards the books that were in the back of the store. I turn back to look at her, I get scared as her face looked burned and her face was melting off her skull. I look away and shake my head trying to clear my head. "Hey look, there's a book about astral projection with tips on how to do it." She grabs the book off the shelf and walks over to the crystals and starts to look at various ones. She grabs the ones that look nicest to her, not reading any description on them. I tried to help but she shrugged me off and said "I like these instead."

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

“Do you have anything less bright?” The man took the book back and jumped to the back of the book. “Here. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for somewhere between those pages.” Except, I had no idea what I was looking for. In each shade of blue, I saw Valerie. In each shade of pink, I saw her lips. And in those earthy tones, I saw her eyes. This was a bad idea. Grey. I decided on what was called ‘porpoise grey’ - dark and gloomy, just the way I was feeling.

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

The thick carpet of the private room pressed into my knees as I knelt before Nikolai Volkov, my blouse hanging open like a surrendered flag and my tight pencil skirt bunched uselessly around my waist. My black lace bra was pushed down beneath my full, heavy breasts, leaving them exposed and flushed, my nipples still dark and swollen from the ruthless attention of his mouth. Between my thighs, my soaked panties clung to my puffy pussy lips, the evidence of my shattering orgasm still dripping down my inner thighs in sticky trails. My body trembled with aftershocks, yet the sight of his massive cock bobbing inches from my face sent a fresh wave of shameful heat flooding my core.

Then louder, fractured, “You don’t get it.” Grey blinked. “Scar...” She turned away from him, gripping the cold marble sink like it was the only thing holding her upright. Her reflection stared back at her...eyes too wide, skin too pale, breath coming in short, uneven pulls. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It wasn’t the humiliation. It wasn’t Ronan reading out her darkest, filthiest thoughts like they were a fucking performance piece. It was the book. The same damn book. The one she’d been careless with.

She froze, eyes wide. “Give me the book, Daisy.” Daisy looked like she might cry, but she knew better than to argue. Jaxon watched her, barely holding back a grin as she slowly reached into her bag and handed over the book. He took it and glanced at the cover. Then groaned, dropping his head in disbelief. Fifty Shades of Grey.

The curve of my ass in the tiny black bottoms, the side of my breast when I shift, the way my skin glistens with sunscreen. I pretend to read a book, but my eyes keep drifting to his window. After twenty minutes, he appears. He stands there, arms crossed, watching. I don’t look directly, but I feel his gaze like a physical touch. My nipples harden against the chair, and heat pools low in my belly.