Excerpts From The Book 50 Shades Of Grey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CHAPTER 11 Calculating the Cost of Silence POV: Elara I was in my private study. It smelled of expensive vellum and printer ink. I had a spreadsheet to finish. I was too focused to notice when the door was thrown back open, against the wall. Roman stood there. His hair was damp from a morning run, his chest heaving. He looked like a god of the wilderness. Gosh, he looked so tempting. ‘Focus, Elara, focus,’ I reminded myself.

I could feel his eyes still on me, watching the way I held the book, the way I shifted my weight. The 7 second mark was my current record for how long I could hold his gaze without flinching or looking away. It was a stupid, private game I’d invented—a test of wills. If I looked away first, he won. If he looked away first, I won, which somehow translated in my twisted brain to: I have the upper hand in everything. “That’s Jane Austen,” Grey noted, without looking at the cover. “Not usually your style.” I lowered the book, meeting his dark eyes. “And what, precisely, is my style, Grey?”

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth. I let out a satisfied breath as memories of Xander slowly dulled from my thoughts. Leander placed me on the bed, spreading my legs as he penetrated me. “Hmm,” I moaned as he fucked into me. My head turned towards our bedroom door. I noticed a dark shadow looming at the door. I frowned as I stared at the door. What was that? I thought. Suddenly, a thought struck me. What if Xander was in front of our door, listening to my moans as his brother pounded into me? I had no idea why, but the thought of that turned me on even more.

"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.

This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail. And I was right there. Right at the part where the morally grey villain lifts her onto the desk and says, “You think you can tempt the devil and not burn?” Right at the fwop fwop. Right at the good stuff. And Sabrina called. I stare at the book like a betrayed lover. I flip it open again, trying to find my place—where were we? Ah yes. Desk. Buttons flying. Hands everywhere. The kind of scene that requires full silence, no distractions, and possibly a fan.

"The masculinity has lost its function." Screaming black eagles passed through Edim's raven-black eyes, with the last paragraph of all bad ending books written in bold, bold writing above his eyes. The two black eyes now reminded me of two bottomless pits from which flames rose; The flames reaching upwards from the bottom of the gayya well, which is the most terrible well of hell... It rose as if it was preparing to unleash it on me, it would be an understatement to say that it ended right under my nose, it entered between my legs in a way I did not expect. He wrapped one hand around my slender but warm waist, and his other hand slid under my blonde hair that was falling down my back, and he

I murmur, my eyes fluttering shit as I continue to thrust my fingers faster into my pussy. He rubs his head on my folds just before he guides it to my opening. I can feel it…..my toes curling…his cock heavens I snap out of my thoughts as I hear the thud close by. Fuck. Someone's here. Fuck. I lift my eyes to the bookshelves and there he is at the far end of the shelf. My eyes grow wide with my heart stopping for a moment. Those green eyes are unmistakable. Not even his Tuesday sky blue shirt and loosened black tie.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.