Novel & Cerita Books Like Fifty Shades

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit. "I'm outside; call if you need something," Nina said before leaving her in the library. Elaina nodded and picked up the three books - Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades of Darker, and Fifty Shades of Freed. She whispered, "Just wow! I love to reread it." Elaina fell in love with those books at first sight. She picked up the book piles and walked straight to her room. When she was passing through the foyer, from nowhere, Aaron appeared and scooped her in his arms without prior notification.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”

I sighed. I reached in my bag and pulled out 'Fifty Shades of Grey.' Beth had been pressuring me to buy it, saying that it was amazing and that it would 'open my mind to a world I had never seen before.' It took me a while to get what she meant by that, mocking my non existent sex life.

I would recognize what these were even in my sleep. Whips. Cuffs. Blindfolds. Gags. Collars. Leashes. Dildos. Sex toys. Nipple clamps. Vibrators. Candles sat on a table nearby and my eyes widened in sheer shock as realization dawned on me. Davin was into fucking BDSM. I expected a lot of things to be in this study, maybe even guns and explosives. But hell no, not a red room. Not a room full of my biggest desires. As a masochist, it was hard to find anyone who could ever match my freak. But this? Goodness, this was heaven here on earth. I grabbed the end of one rope and tied it around my wrists, binding them together, and I let out a soft moan.

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.

"You like it?", he asked me. I was writhing in anticipation. I was blindfolded and bondaged. This was so erotic. I hadn't imagined this would happen when he caught my copy of fifty shades. Doesn't every woman in this world have this guilty pleasure of reading that novel. Even though none of us will admit it. "You are a naughty girl", he said sliding his hands under my panties. I also happen to wear his favorite powder blue bra. I had also ordered a few more of the same colour.

"Only three we could trace, five are still in open. But the search is going on and these five aren't really dangerous. So there's no hurry." "You should have told me." I scolded, turning back to my phone. Still a little pissed on him and his previous choice of girlfriend. Well, at least he upgraded! "Are you angry on me?" He asked, coming closer to me. I shrugged in response. He peeked through my shoulder to see what I was doing. "Is that the book app which you're extremely addicted to?" I nodded my head. "What's the name?" "Don’t want to tell." "Ugh. Fine. Can you read 50 Shades of Grey on it?" He asked, looking intently as I surfed through the What's Hot list.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o