Books Better Than 50 Shades Of Gray Romane & Geschichten

'' *************************** 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.

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity?

Female lead books: -Sold To The Savage Alpha -Love, Lies, and Hidden Truth Male Lead books: -The Divorced Billionaire -From Squalor To Splendor Thanks amigos 😊

"Really? Like, do you even hear yourself? Books are far better." "Give me an example." "You said you read romance novels right? The After series is a perfect example." "Sad, 'cause on the contrary, I only watch horror and action movies." He said and shrugged. "Hey! And you were going to argue with me about movies being better than books!" She snapped at him. He shrugged once again and sipped his coffee. "I still stand on that," he said. The argument continued that way, and instead of it being tense, it was relaxing for both parties.

With no way to get a cab, I was forced to trudge home through the biting wind and falling snow. … The moment I got home, Cassandra sent me a private message. There were countless photos of James asleep, along with all kinds of intimate pictures of the two of them. "Elsa, so what if you're pretty? A substitute is still just a substitute. You only deserve whatever scraps I don't want." Her every word dripped with provocation. Even though I had braced myself, actually seeing those photos still made my eyes burn red as a wave of grief swallowed me whole.

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.