Romans & histoires Better Than 50 Shades Of Grey

"So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you." I paused deliberately, watching the disbelief spread across his face before delivering the final blow. "And besides, what makes you think I'd ever waste my marriage, my future, just to get revenge on a man who betrayed me?" Lunara stepped forward hurriedly, putting on her best teary-eyed, pitiful expression. "Ms. Sheridan, how could you slap Jayden like that?" she whimpered, her voice soft but perfectly calculated. "I know you're upset because he didn't marry you, but really, was it worth sacrificing yourself like this for p

There was silence as everyone watched Mrs. Grace as she glanced through the document President Blossom had submitted to her. Lindsey's heart was beating ten times faster than usual and she just felt like collapsing. She stared at Mrs Grace for a while before shifting her gaze to the two subordinate judges seated close to Mrs. Grace side by side waiting for an order from their boss, before she shifted her gaze to President Blossom who had her gaze on Mrs. Grace as if trying to read her mind. Lindsey sighed closing her sweaty palm as her eyes landed on Reporter Sharon who had her eyes on her and a smirk plastered on her face. "I'm doomed," Lindsey muttered. thank goodness she was seating if no

"You heard me correctly. I want you to carry my son's child, and you will be handsomely rewarded." My mind reeled. "I... I don't understand. Is this some kind of prank?" "I assure you, this is no joke," Mrs. Grey said, her tone businesslike. "You'll be compensated generously. Five hundred thousand dollars, doubled if it's a boy." My eyes widened. That kind of money could change my entire life, but at what cost? "I don't have all day, Ms. Clark," Mrs. Grey snapped. "Make a decision or leave my office. I have more pressing matters to attend to."

There was something thrilling about hearing that Grey had suffered. I nodded slowly, meeting his furious glare without flinching. "Tell me, Grey Addison," I said, my voice dripping with amusement, "what better way to deal with a rabid dog than to make sure it’s permanently incapable of hurting anyone again?" Grey staggered back, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He was taken aback. "What?" His voice was quieter now. I took a step forward, my smile never faltering. "Do I need to remind you that you’re a dog?" I mused. "No—dogs are better. I shouldn’t have compared them to you."

“No trying to be perfect. Perfect is the enemy of good enough.” “I haven’t even found Mr. Good Enough!” “That’s because the hundreds of Mr. Good Enoughs have walked past you, Laura, and you’re blind to them.” Josie nudged Laura aside and started typing, her long nails burning up the keyboard. How did she do that? Typing on the pads of her fingers seemed impossible, but Josie did it, keeping her manicure intact, little replicas of the famous grey necktie from Fifty Shades of Grey on each nail.

Melanie’s POV I frowned in confusion. Orange was becoming listless on my lap so I let go of him and he was all too happy to jump away. “What do you mean by shade of gray?” I asked. "This girl, the hypothetical one, seems to be the kind of person that sees life in black and white while the boy lives in the gray area," she said. “Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

Claire’s POV The morning light hit the penthouse with a brutality that felt personal. It was too bright, too clinical, piercing through the sheer curtains. I blinked against the glare, my limbs feeling heavy, sluggish, weighted down by a mix of exhaustion and a lingering, sick sense of dread that never quite vacated my gut. Beside me, Grey was still out cold. His features, usually so sharp, predatory, and guarded, were softened in sleep, his breathing deep and steady. It was the only time he looked like a human being and not the apex predator who had systematically dismantled my life and somehow managed to make it lively, eventful and …. Beautiful at the same time. I hated to admit it but th

“We talked about this.” Lucas grinned, raising both hands in surrender. “Who wants to have some tasty pasta?” “The only thing you know how to cook, sure let's have it.” “It might be the only thing but you can't deny it tastes better everytime.” “Get out, Lucas.” I thought I heard a smile in his voice so I turned. I turned… Adrian in a suit looked extraordinary, like the hot billionaires every writer talked about… Silas Graves, Enzo, Hayden Bennett, Zade Meadows… but Adrian in sweatpants… holy fucking mother of God!

“Alright, you win. Maybe I’m a little predictable.” “Not predictable.” Sienna leaned forward. “Reliable. It’s different.” “You make me want to be better, Sienna.” Enzo said softly. “That’s not something I’m used to.” The mood shifts as Enzo stood and walked to the balcony. Sienna follows, the cool night air brushed against her skin. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they inhabit. Sienna stood beside him. “It’s beautiful out here.”