Novel & Cerita Amazon Kindle 50 Shades Of Grey

Merry lost in Aaron's beauty. He is looking hot in white colour full shirt and black coat. Aaron had wore goggles in his eyes and was wearing a gold pendant in his neck. This was making him more hot. First time Merry was seeing Aaron after Ryan and see was melting on him. Even this time aaron was lost on her beauty. She only wore bathtub which making her body beautiful. Her wet hairs shinning her face like moon But Aaron was not in that state which will make him drive crazy for Merry. Her eyes automatically travels on his bold chest.

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

“The flash drive is inside that box. You can take it. But the doors to this penthouse are locked from the outside. Mr. Vane has decided that your brother’s debt requires a... long-term payment plan.” I scrambled out of bed, ignoring the pain, and ran to the massive oak doors. I pulled, kicked, and pounded, but they didn’t budge. I was trapped thirty floors above the world. I walked back to the bed and opened the velvet box. The flash drive was there, but beneath it was a heavy gold anklet. I picked it up, and my blood turned to ice when I saw the engraving on the inside: Property of Vane. The phone on the nightstand rang. I picked it up with shaking hands.

He looked like he just stepped out of a male fashion catalogue. No wonder there were a lot of thoughts shouting towards him, especially from the girls. He really did look good, like Mya had said. His face was a little pale but perfectly shaped. His hair had a little dark shade of brown and it was short and gelled up in a fancy way. His eyes were kind of onyx coloured but that wasn’t too much noticeable. And his mind, it was quiet but I could hear a little humming sound on the background of it.

~Third person POV~ The Scene opens into a well designed and decorated bedroom, that has light streaming in from the window, as the blinds had been strapped to the side. The room has a king size bed, a nice cushion by the other side, the decorations the room held are all vintage but have this modern and classical touch to it and it all screamed money. The colors are a pale green, maroon and brown. A slender yet very pretty figure with silk brown hair that was cropped into a bob, to enhance the skunk look, walks in dressed in all black with pencil heels... She was definitely rocking the assassin fashion. She talks to a figure before closing the door.

Angel replied with a shrug. "What the fuck do you mean that you don't know?" Grey barked. "I really don't. I didn't give you the envelopes, did I?" "It better contain a cheque of a million dollars." "And what will you do with a million dollarsthen? Buy new legs. I'm sorry but I'm not sure they're up in the market. Unless you like them robot ones." Surprisingly, Grey ignored her. He started to pat his breast pocket. "Where the fuck did I put that envelope? I'm sure I brought it with me." He shifted in his wheelchair. "Damn thing is in my back pocket. Hey Bozo, come give a helping hand yet."

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I mumbled, heading toward the bathroom. Ryan didn’t stop me, but I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. In the bathroom I wiped myself down with a warm cloth, wincing at how sensitive I still was. My reflection in the mirror looked thoroughly fucked…. flushed cheeks, messy hair, a faint hickey already forming on my collarbone. I smiled despite myself. When I came back out, Ryan was still naked, sitting on the edge of my bed flipping through another book *Jane Eyre* this time. “ ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me,’ ” he read aloud, voice low and smooth. He looked up at me, eyes gleaming. “Fitting, don’t you think? You tried to run earlier.”

She froze, eyes wide. “Give me the book, Daisy.” Daisy looked like she might cry, but she knew better than to argue. Jaxon watched her, barely holding back a grin as she slowly reached into her bag and handed over the book. He took it and glanced at the cover. Then groaned, dropping his head in disbelief. Fifty Shades of Grey.

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.