50 Shades Of Grey Excerpt Novels & Stories

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** I've never read a novel by E.L. James, because this novel seems to offend me. Let's see how much like me and you, Mr. Gray. "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia." I found and read an interesting sentence, after an hour I focused on this erotic book. Yeah, you really fucked-up, Grey. Just like me.

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

My eyes frantically searching around for the intruder until they fall on a old lady sitting in a secluded corner, a scok etched on her lips. "Can't a old lady get her peace and quiet around here." Fuck that shit. I turn back to Grayson, grabbing his neck as I savour his lips, giving him access iny mouth. Why haven't I tried it before? (Another night update....I feel great....almost to the end lovilies....feeling so sad already. Check out my other books 'Mrs Xavier' and 'Beautifully Damaged.' if you haven't. Hope you liked it? Please rate and comment. Love yal. ADIOS.)

The realm of "The Next Page" was a sensory nightmare for a creature born of scent and starlight. Lyra stood in the "Grey Static," her shadow-wings looking like charcoal sketches against a background of pure, unwritten potential. There was no air to breathe, only a "Conceptual Atmosphere" that tasted of ink and dry ozone. The ground beneath her feet was a translucent "Manuscript," and she could see the deleted scenes of a thousand other worlds buried in the layers beneath.

He lowered his hand over the other hole and let his blood drip into it. All was deathly silent and soon we could hear stones breaking behind us. We all turned to look behind us and the stones behind us gave away and soon the cavern was filled again with a blue light. Could it be? Grey walked up to the crumbling wall and pulled the debris away. I saw his eyes light up in joy. "This is it." He brought out a book and the light from it was almost blinding and then it slowly died away. "This is the codex." My eyes were bright and I felt like crying. I was so happy and so was Grey. I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it.

With trembling hands, I placed my glass down and replaced it with white paper, written in black. “This is truly 50 shades.” That was meant for me, but he heard it since he seemed to have the senses of an animal. I don’t know, a wolf maybe? If someone would tell me he was a werewolf, I would agree in an instant. “Except this is real, and Christian Grey is a fantasy.” He noted down, and I wanted to pinch myself to feel if it was really the way he said it, or if I was kind of trapped in some crazy world of rich billionaire, little naïve girl, the duo fall in love and run into the sunset together.

Grey and Ash are about to get named as the leaders of the pack. I crumble the paper in my hand and light a candle. Then I hold the candle flame to the paper as it starts burning down the paper till it turns into nothingness. "What are you doing? Burning my room?" Grey asks, coming out of the walk-in closet. He looks so damn handsome if you ask me. The black suit matches his caramel skin, and the way he has combed his hair matches that playful smile of his.

Ava The morning light filtered through my curtains like an unwelcome intruder, casting long shadows across my room. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming with the ghost of last night’s sins. The way he had claimed me against those cold tiles, his eyes burning with raw possession. I should have felt regret. Shame. Instead, a dangerous heat coiled low in my belly at the memory. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the silence.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”