Author 50 Shades Novels & Stories

He held a single, fresh sheet of print, the ink still wet, and he handed it to Xander with a silent, iron-grip bow. The headline on the page read: "THE FIFTH VOLUME HAS BEGUN. THE AUDITOR IS DEAD, BUT THE AUTHOR HAS A SECRÈT."

I nodded my head but said with a tiny voice yes sir! He laughed with his head lifted. I guess I made him laugh. I was embarrassed, and I moved my hands off his chest. He stopped laughing and grabbed my hands, keeping them on his chest. "No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called.

Chapter 20 Vanessa Holloway We are both tired and happy after that devastating sex, going two rounds back to back. Even I, who seems to be the more active of the both of us, the more enthusiastic, am tired. I'm exhausted. However, I'm not completely happy, knowing that nothing has changed between us despite how much we connected just now physically.

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.

Lauren walked on the edge of the road—there were no sidewalks in her development—thinking about what she’d seen in the throes of her migraine two days before, and about the floating book, and also about David and his sudden predictions. Her abdomen felt puffy and twisted at the same time, and she’d put on jeans instead of shorts even though it was hot out. She was afraid—and she knew it was an irrational fear—that her period might leak out of the side of her underpants and then the blood would run down her legs and if she wore shorts then everyone would see.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

Everyone smiles and grabs the knife together. Everyone looks at each other then Everybody blows the candle together and hugs each other with lots of love. "This is not ending our story but this is just the beginning of our new lives." Goodbye 50shades of puberty readers. Love you all. __________End____________

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

Audrey thought and chuckled. She frowned as she came across Reporter Sharon's headline. "In between, Vice President Lindsey Winslow promised me an interview and she doesn't want to attend," Audrey scoffed after reading the headline. "This interview is going to be worth it, she better attend it," She said as an evil smile appeared on her face. Audrey knew for a fact that Reporter Sharon wasn't a fan of Lindsey so she didn't need to be told that Reporter Sharon would make the interview uncomfortable for Lindsey and the result would be a lot more controversial.