Better Than 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

"That's right but maybe we could ask them..." "My schedule wouldn't even allow it," "That's right, maybe we could go another time... when we're all ready," "Yeah," "Want to watch a movie?" Madison nodded, "how about we watch 50 Shades of Grey?" "We've watched that before," "That doesn't mean it isn't still interesting," "Ugh... Whatever," They put on the movie. ****

I said firmly "That's too high—“ he retorted. I sneered, cutting him off. I glared at him. His eyes widened as he stared at mine. His insides began to shiver as I began to show him a glimpse of hell - the eternal torture and suffering. Lucky for him, it was just 5 seconds. He felt terrified and traumatized. I smirked at his reaction. His body continued to quiver before he spoke, "Stop! Stop! Alright, 50! If that's what you want."

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.

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.

She pouted, making Zander look at Reyne. "Wanna go?" He transferred the authority of taking the decision to her. While Zane as well as Wendy stared at her, Reyne gaped at her friend for her opinion before she said, "Umm, I don't mind if we watch Twilight rather than Fifty Shades of Grey." All the eyes shifted at her that Reyne's back steeled and she confusingly blinked at her mate as if asking him the cause of all their stares. He was about to open his mouth but another voice spoke behind them, "They will not watch Twilight as the hero is a vampire and Jacob who's a wolf is made third wheel. You see, their wolfy ego won't let them watch the movie."

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

"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.

No Mercy I still lay sprawled across the massive king bed in Kai’s ocean-view penthouse suite, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through my wet pussy. Thick ropes of Kai’s cum slowly leaked from my swollen, well-fucked pussy, running down between my ass cheeks and soaking into the expensive white sheets. My skin glistened with sweat, red handprints glowing all over my ass and thighs where he had spanked me hard. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sun dipping toward the horizon, painting the ocean in deep oranges and pinks, but neither of us cared about the view anymore.