50 Shades Of Grey Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

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

Claire’s POV As Grey's cruel words echoed in the room, my eyes blurred with tears, and a sob escaped my trembling lips. Grey's indifferent gaze remained fixed on me as I broke down, crying uncontrollably. My cries grew louder, echoing in the room, but Grey seemed utterly unaffected. He crossed his arms, his face displaying a mixture of annoyance and disdain. It was clear that my emotions meant nothing to him. He picked up his Xbox controller and plugged in his headset. After a while, he seemed to be having problems concentrating as my cries only got louder, frustrating him.

My heart did a violent, sudden stutter at her words. Bleeding out? How the fuck is that my problem? “Grey Carrington found out about everything,” Anya continued, her eyes drilling into mine through my blurry vision. “The leaked footage, the contract, your little stunt. He’s using it as an excuse to completely break him. Liam just came from there. He said Grey is literally torturing him.” I clamped my jaw shut, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed my fists behind my back. The chains bit deeply into my wrists, but I forced my face to stay completely blank.

Clara I froze, but only for a second. I tried to laugh off his suspicion. “Just because I applied healing salves, you think that I must come from the stock of royal healers?” “No. It’s your eyes. Your body. The scent of your blood. I had been trying to figure you out, and now I see your resemblance. She was an unusual healer. Highly skilled, but controversial. Yes. Now it makes sense. You have many admirable qualities, and you are not Transitus or Epsilon. You are the remaining bloodline of the fallen House of Grey. Lady Clara Grey, sired by Lord Donovan, Beta of your pack.”

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.