Book Christian Grey Novels & Stories

"Ilayda, I don't think I ever thanked you for what you did to our family. I can finally go peacefully when my time comes, I know my son is in good hands and so is the whole family. You helped me get my son back and you helped free our family. I will forever be grateful" His words were sincere, I felt my heart being surrounded by gentle warm hands, softly holding my heart and protecting it. I could feel tears on the verge of breaking through, But I couldn't cry. We finally arrived at the alter, everyone stood up when the doors opened, all eyes were on me but mine was on Christian. He was looking behind him and didn't pay attention to the opened doors, When he turned around, he was confused at

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“I won’t leave it for anyone else to discover you trussed up like this. Shame was never my intention here. I’m sure you get enough of that at home.” I want to remind him, again, that he does not know shit about me, but he’s already out the door. My head drops back against the pillow, but the tension refuses to leave my straining limbs. I’m still sweating, still fucking hot… Christian returns at the pace of a regular human ducking over from next door. My brow instantly furrows – He has a vial of holy water in his hand. “Gonna prove that’s not a weapon that can kill you either, you ‘deified’ son of a bitch?” I mutter. “Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?”

I felt my breath catch in my throat, my heart pounding a rapid tattoo against my ribcage. There, at the end of the aisle, stood Christian. The soft, golden light from the chandeliers above cast an almost ethereal glow around him, making him look like something out of a fairytale. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. But it was his face that truly captivated me. His eyes, those stormy grey orbs that I'd fallen in love with, were locked on mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. His lips were parted slightly, as if he too were struggling to breathe at the sight of me.

The Arrival of the Demon The heavy silence of the Bishop Manor was shattered by the screech of tires and the slamming of car doors. A moment later, Xavier Grayson strode into the living room, flanked by Vince. The household staff instantly bowed their heads, their bodies trembling. Xavier’s face was a mask of glacial fury, his presence so oppressive that the very air in the room seemed to freeze. He didn't look like a husband coming to reclaim his wife; he looked like a vengeful deity entering a den of thieves. "Xavier," Madam Bishop said, her voice brittle as she stood to face him. "What are you doing here?"

I pressed the clicker. An old yellowed photograph appeared on the screen. A young woman stood outside a coal town church in a faded blue dress, holding a stack of books. Her eyes were bright. When she smiled, her face looked almost exactly like mine. Under the photo was written: Grace Walker, 1974. "Professor Hale, do you remember this face?" Henry stared at the screen. His throat moved once. "She was just a girl I knew when I was young," he said quickly. "She had feelings for me, and I turned her down. Miss Walker, building a story from one old photo is beneath even you."

MoonPeak Pack, Chicago. Daisie POV I took a deep breathe before mustering the courage to relax my arms around Grey’s neck. He was stepping out of the church with me in his arms, when he stopped at the sidewalk as he watch people exiting back to their houses. Some minutes passed by he started walking into the packing lot of the church his face was hardened as he listened to the murmuring escaping from their lips while walking their way out. Charles has already opened the back door of the car so that Grey could drop me carefully in his black truck, the seat next to him.

I held the door for her as she kept counting with her hands and she almost slammed her head into the door. “Shayla please pay attention to where you’re going.” I closed the door behind us as I took a seat by the window, it’s always best to take in the view while having coffee. “I know that he’s sexy, I wished he was Jeremiah in summer I turned pretty sexy. But it’s okay too if he’s Christian Grey kind of sexy. Oh my God, his name is also Christian!” she yelped and a few people in the café turned to look at her.

I rush to the other end of town, hoping that maybe I can talk some sense into the dumbass I call my friend, but when I get to the back of the garage I’m absolutely shocked by the sight before me. Christian has shifted into his silver grey wolf, but the once majestic animal looks more like a mangy dog. His fur is dirty and matted, there even seem to be patches missing, he’s a scrawny looking thing, he looks nothing like the wolf who took us past the barrier one by one and in doing so probably saved our lives, he’s barely a shadow of his former self.

" I said as I put my hand in the bag and intertwined the keys between my fingers. The first guy who did all the talking, made a gesture to the man behind him. He started walking towards me, when he got close enough I punched him in the face and pushed him back into the two guys trying to make my escape.All of the sudden I was being lifted up in the air and being put in the car.The entire time we were driving I was being held down by two men,but I never stopped moving or kicking even trying to bite. I couldn't exactly say how long the drive was,we came to a house with big black gates. As we drove in I wasn't paying attention to the house or anything. I was just looking at that gate closing an