50 Shades Of Jade Novels & Stories

The leaves rustled with unease, and the once serene atmosphere grew tense as if the very trees themselves could sense the tumultuous history between the two sisters. Moments later, Jade emerged from the dense undergrowth, her presence dark and foreboding. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing emerald eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural intensity. She wore dark, flowing robes that seemed to absorb the light around her, adding to her eerie appearance. "Seraphina," Jade said with a voice that held a hint of both bitterness and smugness. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Her face was red when she turned towards me. I finally got a full view of the girl they called Jade. And she wasn’t a girl. She was most definitely a woman. For some reason her clothes were extra tight. Her pants were flooding and her shirt looked like one of those baby tees that girls like to wear. But I don’t think it was supposed to be. Her nipple imprints were showing and they seemed to be growing as we stood here looking at one another. Her ears had little pronounced points which led me to believe she was an elf. She was wearing glasses and holding her laptop. I could finally see that her eyes were a light brown that would shimmer some reddish orange color every few seconds. That’s uni

“And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—” “Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?” I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.” Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?

CHERRY’S POV The mirror in the East Wing didn't reflect a waitress anymore. It reflected a storm. I stood perfectly still as Jasmine fastened the final clasp of the Laurent rubies around my neck. The stones were cold, heavy, and a deep, bruised crimson that matched the fire of my hair. The dress, the midnight-blue silk we’d found on Fifth Avenue—clung to my frame like liquid moonlight. It was a masterpiece of light and shadow, the deep blue making my skin look like polished porcelain and my hair look like a defiant flame.

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.

he greeted with a bow. I nodded. “Let me see your finest jade bangle collections?” “Yes, please. This way, alpha,” he said and gestured deeper into the shop. “This is a rare jade bangle. It possessed emerald and sapphire colours with a bit of ruby. It is the only one in the market.” The jade sat in a glass case, light directly falling on it. It looked beautiful, and it would fit just fine. My eyes glinted. She wouldn't refuse this. She must have hated the white flower, but even if she hated me, she wouldn't refuse a Jade bangle.

Mia’s eyes rolled back as his thick cock stretched her small cunt wide open. “Oh my god! You’re splitting me apart!” she moaned, voice high and desperate. “Breed my tiny Asian pussy! Fill me until I can’t hold any more! Make me your little breeding pet!” Jax railed her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her small ass.

I shouted, hoping someone would hear. “And you are?” a woman’s authoritative voice called down from above. “I’m—” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. “Yes! I didn’t quite get that! You’ll have to speak up!” “I’m Jade . . . Jade Ishola!” I finally said, thinking, 'What’s the point of lying now?' “Welcome to the Family, Jade,” the woman said. Seven columns of bamboos raised, creating a passage through the wall. “He was meant to leave you alone in the forest. We can’t afford to have anyone weak among us again.”