Fan Fiction Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

Aaron said making her pout to hide her blushing. " You have to take a long warm shower with me after that." Aaron out a condition as she blushed knowing his tortures while taking a shower. They entered the library as he made her sit on the ladder. He started gliding the ladder with her as she started squealing. "Just tell me which book do you want." Aaron said as he started finding a book when his gaze felt on fifty shades of grey. He smirked as he asked her. "Have you read Fifty shades of grey?" Alaina turned crimson as he stared in her eyes.

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT Isabella felt his weight on her and his thigh pressing against her sex, as he continued to use his talented tongue on her breasts. With every lap, he sent bolts of fire down to her core, liquidizing everything in its path. She felt her panties soak with the evidence of her desire and was unable to stop her body from responding to him. The same way he responded to her: his erection pressing against her hip was impossible to ignore. Too big to overlook, too hard to wish away, even if she wanted to.

“Trying to flirt?” “I am trying to love you.” i said in a whisper voice. I felt her eyes widen, and her throat dried. “What about a movie?” she asked. “Sure!” I got a ticket for two, for FROZEN 2! An animated cartoon movie? “Are you sure you want to watch this?” I asked her. “Yes! This one is my favorite.” she said, and we went inside the theater. I can tolerate watching romantic movies like The Notebook but this shit is getting on my nerves. Cartoons are for kids, I was expecting a movie with some adult themes. This is one hell of time. And it's getting over my head.

"Listen carefully, I don't love you nor I want you. You are nothing to me. You will never interfere in my life and never enter my room or in my study. Get that in the thick head of yours. And of course stay away from me. I never wanted any of this. If it wasn't for my parents I wouldn't have married a girl like you." He spat those venomous words and left her there. She stayed there shocked to the core. She didn't expect him to love her either but still he could have shown her some respect. She knew he didn't want to marry her. He did it because his parents forced him to. That exact moment She realised she was nothing more than a Shaded Woman. It seemed like she would always be a mare shadow

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) Sophia Fan 4: (Sophia is so pitiful, and these capitalists are disgusting. That Shadow clearly had plastic surgery and still pretends to be all high and mighty. What “master writer” of the web novel circle? Her sugar daddy just throws money at her, huh? In the first episode, she froze for a whole five minutes when she got the topic… bet she was memorizing someone else’s script they fed her beforehand! She can’t even cheat properly. It’s disgusting!)"

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Thankfully, I could think on my feet… or not, as the case might be. “I’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It looks like fun. I’ve imagined myself in Anastasia’s place and I’m taking the next step. Whilst I may not know exactly what turns me on, my body’s booked two hours for you to experiment upon it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out, being as you’re the best there is.” I arched an eyebrow at him. He cracked the other claw of his lobster open, towards me, and juice splattered upon my face. Blinking furiously, my hands turned into two tight fists itching to wrap themselves around his neck, knowing he’d done it on purpose.