50 Shades Of Grey Excerpt Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.

The thunder bolts strike in the black cloudy sky and the hailstorm makes the weather worst than ever. I watch the rain drops pouring over the glass on the window. When the lightning strikes, I saw my reflection in the glass. I close the curtains and rest on the couch, thinking about the letters I have read. I open them back to read once again. “Dear Blaine, I would be gone for long when you holding these letters in your hands. I want to share a lot of things but these papers

"Fully furnished living room, kitchen, a master bedroom, three extras all with attached..." "Do you like it?" Landon asked me while the other guy ranted on, moving his hands dramatically. "It's beautiful... just like the one Christian Grey had in fifty shades of grey..." I said thoughtlessly. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff?" "What? No, no, I swear... I mean I just... my friend made me watch it" I felt all my blood rush towards my face, and my cheeks burning.

I said He started walking towards me. In the light of the moon, he was visible. I remembered the dream that I had the day of interview. Was it him on my dreams that day? But this time I knew Ruhi was not there to intrupt. He slowly made his way towards me. I had all fireflies in my tummy. Someone said we get butterflies in our tummy but I was getting fireflies. I don't know why but looking into his intense grey eyes can make me fall for him so easily. He leaned down to match his height with mine and he is kissing me for real. This time I couldn't see any secret that he was hiding behind his grey eyes. All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes.

“Even when I didn’t understand you. Even when you shut me out.” Grey’s grip tightened. “I know.” “You don’t get to let go now,” she whispered. “I won’t.” Above them, footsteps echoed. A shadow leaned out through the hatch. Tessy watched them with detached fascination, her coat snapping violently in the wind. “You always did have a flair for drama, Grey. Even as a child.” Grey looked up, rain stinging his eyes. “You don’t get to claim me.” Tessy smiled thinly. “Blood claims itself.”

I didn’t stand at my mother’s grave because I needed closure. I stood there because his eyes were burning holes through the back of my black dress, and the second I met them I knew I would remember every filthy thing we had ever done. The cemetery sat on the edge of town, surrounded by old oak trees whose branches dripped with the morning’s mist. The sky was the colour of wet concrete, low and pressing, and a fine rain had started just as the priest began to speak. It turned the grass dark and slick under my heels. The hem of my dress dragged through mud, soaking up the earth like it wanted to pull me down with her.

I could barely see anything. "Hello," I called out, a kitty anxious and a lamp lit up. Grey sat on the bed shirtless staring right at me lustfully. The fire in his eyes is not one that I could ignore and for some reason, it ignited a burning desire within me. The dread and anger I once felt vanished and all I wanted now is him. Yes, I wanted Grey, buried deep inside of me. "Come closer," he said gruffly and I needed no more invitation before scurrying to his bed and he dragged me down to his laps. My legs tightened around my pussy as I tried to curb the throbbing feeling I felt down there.

There was silence as everyone watched Mrs. Grace as she glanced through the document President Blossom had submitted to her. Lindsey's heart was beating ten times faster than usual and she just felt like collapsing. She stared at Mrs Grace for a while before shifting her gaze to the two subordinate judges seated close to Mrs. Grace side by side waiting for an order from their boss, before she shifted her gaze to President Blossom who had her gaze on Mrs. Grace as if trying to read her mind. Lindsey sighed closing her sweaty palm as her eyes landed on Reporter Sharon who had her eyes on her and a smirk plastered on her face. "I'm doomed," Lindsey muttered. thank goodness she was seating if no

Manik smirked and said. Man:fifty shades of grey..We will watch fifty shades of grey together..No one will disturb us..Just you and me together alone..And let me tell you if you stop me from doing anything from now I will try all those fifty shades wale scenes on you..So you better stay quite and feel me............. of her

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”