Christian Grey Novels & Stories

Jack said, letting go of my hand. I watched as they did the whole “bro” thing. I guess that’s universal? As Christian turned my eyes honed in on a massive … tattoo? It was kind of a silvery marking on his back. Like, his entire back. I wanted to touch it and not just because he was hot. It almost looked like paint. “The Goddess is good, what can I say? Christian this is our mate Grace,” Jack said, as I stuck out my hand. Christian looked at it, confused. He even took a step back as if I had cooties. He just said Jack was lucky, but he won’t come near me? My face immediately fell in offense.

Grey approached cautiously, as if not to scare me away. Maybe I had a fight-or-flight look on my face. Who knows? I mean, I was a nervous wreck, and to top it off, determination and anticipation were killing me. This is what you wanted, Aubri, a chance to have a word with Mr. Thornton, so put on your crown and get this done, I scold myself. Extending his hand, he said, "Good day, young lady. My name is Mr. Ivan Grey, and I am Mr. Theodore Claude Thornton's Right Hand."

She felt her anger rise through the pain she suffered at his hands. She looked around and found a stone lying near by. She hurled the stone at Christian, which hit him right over his left temple. Instantly he felt down dead, on the spot. That women left without feeling any guilt. Christian's eyes were still open, but there is no life in his gaze. The man who once lived like a king, the man who had every luxury he needed at the beck of his call is now dead beside a dumpster wearing tattered clothes. His body turned black after his skin was burned with bubbling hot water. So he is still unrecognisable to anyone who doesn't know him well unlike that women. Christian is a nightmare in her dreams

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.

“It’s Ms. Grey. Don’t repeat the same mistake in the future.” Octavia felt a pinch in her pride, causing her actress perfect smile to flatter and before long, the smile was gone completely. “You really surprised me beyond believe.” The noirette mused out loud as she examined the wine bottle she had picked up along the way, two champagne glasses sitting perfectly in between her fingers. “Daughter of Miguel Grey and CEO of Grey Enterprise- Ariadne… ah, wrong name… Alexandra Grey.” She snickered, her paramount amount of hate for the blonde mixed in the sound. Her gaze remained on the wine bottle, examining every corner and when she finally looked up, her smile was back on, portraying the pictur

EVELYN The courtyard was deathly silent when Christian finally straightened, chest heaving, molten fury simmering behind his red eyes. For a heartbeat, he remained in that half‑shifted state—muscles still swollen, hair matted to his skin. Then, as if waking from a fevered dream, his form snapped back. His fur receded, claws and fangs withdrew, and the beast within him shrank until, standing before us, was Christian Blackwood once more, every inch the alpha, every inch terrifying.

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

"You are very welcome 'he said and retrieved my fallen suitcase. I had forgotten about the number, taken up with the model like figure before me. "Oh you don't mind me holding your bag no?"he asked,his accent carressing and I shook my head. "Im Christian Gray by the way."he extended his free hand. I laughed softly and raised my brow. Was this the Christian Gray was the man from the movie? He definitely looked the part. "I get that look all the time when people find out that's my name. I have never even seen the movie. I kid you not" he chuckled. He was so nice.

The sight stole the air right of my lungs, leaving my jaw slack, and hands slightly quivering. My mind spins, as I attempt to make sense of what I am looking. Why in the world does Grayson have a room dedicated primarily to an unknown wolf that looks as if it could tear me apart in seconds? The thought makes me shiver. Tentatively, I wander into the room a little further. Up close, I can see the dead soul in the creature's eyes. Someone had to have been close enough to take a photo of this beast, and I can't imagine anyone that would be brave enough to do so. Unless Grayson is the culprit. I mean, this is his room...

Graycort made her way up the stairs. “What else is real?” Rose was bouncing on the couch. Kam just buried his face in his hands, and I sunk into a chair to wait for Rose to wear herself out. Chrissy and Chassy just looked at each other. “Well,” Chassy started, “a vampire came to our Ma’s wake?” “He’s a friend of Nate’s. What was his name?” Chrissy asked. “Rafe Sanguinario,” I sighed.