Romans & histoires 50 Shades Of Grey Characters

“This is my Gamma, Greyson—you met him when we visited Blood Moon, but I’m not sure you were ever properly introduced. And this is Greyson’s mate, Pauline.” I turn to greet them, trying not to seem as overwhelmed as I feel. Gamma Greyson’s handshake is firm, his massive, calloused hands a clear testament to years of hard training. His mate, however, leaves me slightly incapacitated by her beauty. She’s tall and statuesque, with long, sleek black hair, olive skin, and almond-shaped dark eyes that seem to pierce right through you. “It’s lovely to meet you,” I manage to say, my voice a touch higher than usual.

He let out a breath but didn’t say anything. I will admit, Grey is a really good-looking man. He stands around 6’ 4 with short light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. He has a strong rounded jaw. Cute as hell dimples when he smiles. He’s very strong but with lean muscles. Not lanky but not bulky. He’s the perfect build. “Grey, I got a question.” I said as I took my hand off his hair and sat down in front of him. I grabbed the blanket I brought with me and wrapped it around my shoulders.

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.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

NARRATIVE In an exquisite villa in Erdington, a group of people sat around a large dining table, discussing over dinner. This villa was Chairman Grey's private residence and he usually used it to host private meetings such as this. The group of six comprised of the chairman himself and five others; Scarlett Grey _ his daughter, Aimee Brooke _ her foster mom, Finley _ his PA, Madame Freya _ a trusted top shareholder and close friend to his late wife and lastly, Lexi _ Scarlett's personal assistant and undercover hacker whom he had assigned to her.

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

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.

Everly Shaodws is an interesting girl. She’s a lycan, but I sense there is more to her than meets the eye. She’s incredibly beautiful with her unique hair color and swirling grey eyes. She’s about a head and a half shorter than me. Everly has clearly captured my brother's attention, and how could she not with her beauty.

They knew who their boss was and never questioned him. Nicholas Grey was a typical business tycoon, handsome, rich, demanding and domineering with his fierce look. He possessed a latent leonine power and walked with purpose and authority. He had a Teutonic-gold hair that was always coiffed to perfection. People always commented on his alluring grey eyes; they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were alight with joy. Other times, they could resemble two drops of flashing fire. He had an upturned nose and high cheekbones carved down towards an identical prominent jaw.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.