Ana From 50 Shades Of Grey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lilliana took her hand out of cauldron, now her hairs were back to normal blond. "Anna next is you" said Catalina while taking deep breath. "What you think if she had her mother's power?" said Catalina to Carlos who shrugged. Anna went ahead slowly and she put her hand in cauldron, the white light turn to purple and then to pink. "Her aura is pink, the opposite to Austin's" said Genevieve. "If she have any power of element like her mother" said Carlos. "Her eyes are glowing" said Grandma. "Aus ?? Aus is having rainbow hairs" said Anna.

Chapter 59: Looks like it's the end now Author's POV "What are you waiting for?, strip her" Anika grinned, it's been five hours, and Anika just got her eyes's changed into ocean blue. "No you can't do this" Amy glared. "Yes I can"

he asked, and she nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. As he circled around her, instructing her to focus on her Lycan and give her control, Ana closed her eyes and surrendered to the transformation. She felt her bones stretch and her face elongate into a snout. Her hands sprouted fur, a deep red color with white-tipped paws. The shift was surprisingly quick and relatively painless. Ana opened her eyes to find Damien already transformed into a majestic midnight black Lycan. She was taken aback by her own size, expecting to be smaller as a female.

“You know, I’d rather have you call me something else than your Royal Highness or Prince Legiere. That’s for outsiders to use. Call me Deanneth instead.” He splashed me a final time with water, and he teased, “Anyone who’s seen me naked can’t really count as an outsider anymore, can they?” “Very well,” I said, finally able to collect myself. “You can call me Lady Clara Grey. Her most exalted, beneficent Ladyship. A generous werewolf who deigns to treat with a lowly perverted prince of the Dark Shade like yourself. In fact, don’t ever use my name at all.”

Love you all. Ana.

Ana turns her head to watch the man and I immediately feel her clamp down on my cock. She's a bit of a exhibitionist. Good to know. And I start to come. I hear the man groan, and I hear the chain around his neck clank, but I’m too busy to look away. Because my cock jerking inside of her is apparently all my wife needs to send her over the edge with me. Ana cries out, her head dropping down as her shoulders curl forward, the orgasm taking over her body. My balls constrict and I groan as I pump out the rest of my cum.

I told and I sounded harsh than I intended to and Bella eyed me with an unreadable look and then smiled at someone over my shoulder. "Maybe she could answer that." Bella said, gesturing at someone who was behind me and I turned around and saw Ana staring at me, holding a bottle of champagne. She looked like a total different woman as she, who's a natural blonde, has dyed her hair into dark shade of red. "Ana?" She grinned at me but it wasn't reaching her eyes. Maybe she's still mad at me. "Turns out he did give me a closure too so he could spend his rest of his life with Kiera."

As I walk down the hallway that leads to my study, I hear footsteps coming from behind. Since I sent Janet to my room, Iam curious about who’s in this part of the house. I turn and take a few steps forward, coming face-to-face with Ana. She has on a faded blue top and shorts that stop at the hem of the shirt, leaving her legs bare. Her legs draw me in, asking to be wrapped around something. And I can imagine a couple of places where I’d like them to be. While I do things to other partsof her body, to see just how unruly and untamed she can be. And those lips?—

I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

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.