Better Than 50 Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth… I will kill my sperm donor myself, and then fucking ease Nathaniel Lockwood from this earth myself. "You think you have a choice?" Grey laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed off the damp walls. He let go of my jaw, shoving my head back against the metal pipe. I gasped, the impact rattling my brain and sending a fresh wave of agony down my spine. "Look at you," Grey spat, pacing slowly around me. "A Carrington. The star athlete of this family. And you allowed yourself to be ruined because you couldn't control your disgusting, twisted urges."

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

“Do you have anything less bright?” The man took the book back and jumped to the back of the book. “Here. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for somewhere between those pages.” Except, I had no idea what I was looking for. In each shade of blue, I saw Valerie. In each shade of pink, I saw her lips. And in those earthy tones, I saw her eyes. This was a bad idea. Grey. I decided on what was called ‘porpoise grey’ - dark and gloomy, just the way I was feeling.

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."

Just another face in a crowd of eager young men. “Ah, you must be Mr. Flair,” Professor Albright said, gesturing toward him. “One of our brightest minds.” Mary turned, offering a gracious smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, Sudan.” Lovely. The word hit him like glass. He forced a nod. “Mrs. Musk.” His voice was calm, too calm. If she noticed the tremor beneath it, she didn’t show it. “Albright tells me you’re brilliant with strategy. You remind me of someone I used to know.”

Mira’s smile cracked. Grey’s eyes darkened as he looked straight at her. “Why the fuck did you try to hypnotise me into being your man?” Gasps ripped through the crowd. “What?” someone whispered. “No way.” “Did he just...?” Mira stiffened like she’d been struck. Grey jumped down from the table, standing directly in front of her now. “You thought it worked. Thought I was yours because you whispered sweet poison into my head." He laughed...a sharp, ugly sound. “But hypnosis doesn’t work on everyone.”

she whispered again, indulging her soul into his eyes. "Like you can't live without me," she said in a whisper. He stared at her. Keeping quiet. That gaze lingered at her for more than a minute. Their eyes entering a stare competition. Both waiting for each other to look away first and at the same time, were struck in the mangnificance and captivity of each other's eyes. They both shared the same color. Yet for her, he had the most beautiful shades of grey. But for him, there was no shade of grey existing in this entire world, which could match hers elegance.

He asked, immediately taking notice to Aaron's hair. Aaron felt pleased, for some strange reason. "Blonde is bold, you know." He tried joking. "You mean black?" Adrian asked. "Blonde is bold," Aaron said. "Black is a rebel, while brown, is... In the gray. Just like yours." "Mine. Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "But I still like blonde hair. I think I might get mine dyed soon." Clearly it was the liquor talking, but Aaron felt the urge to just squeal like some cheerleader who just a thank you letter from her jocky crush.

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.