Fifty Shades 4 Novels & Stories

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

A woman came out from the back. “Griff, what brings you here?” “Felix wants some clothes for Evelyn, Heidy,” he gestured to me. Heidy’s eyes landed on me, “Hmm.” She walked around me, sizing me up. “Is Felix finally settling down?” Griff laughed, “I wish he would, but no, we’re helping her out.” “How many?” “Four or five and if you have anything available now.” “You might want to take a walk Griff, it’ll be some time. I’ll need to measure her, and I may have something…” Griff grumbled and walked out.

Flashes went off like fireworks. Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, zeroed in on Melvin and Sally's ghost-white faces. "This... This is fake! It's been doctored!" Melvin's voice cracked, weak against the rising wave of murmurs. "Fake?" Hugh's cold laugh cut through the noise as the screen shifted. Now it was video—footage from the chopper's aerial cam. Stabilized, zoomed in. Clear as day: Melvin twisting my ankle into a rock crevice while Sally and the others stood by, faces hard and cold.

The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

Surrounded by all four of them, their hands gentle but possessive on my skin, I felt completely overwhelmed and completely safe at the same time. “Is this true claiming?” I asked softly. “This is just the beginning,” Marcus said, leaning down to capture my lips again. The kiss was different with the others watching, more intense somehow. When Marcus pulled back, Darius’s mouth was immediately there, claiming me with the same desperate hunger. “Our turn,” he said against my lips, and then I was lost in sensation as all four of them touched me, kissed me, whispered words of possession and love against my skin. Zane’s lips found my neck while Kael’s hands tangled in my hair. Marcus’s fingers tr

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

He shrugged. “Nothing. I’ll just get in the back too.” Like it wasn’t the plan. I rolled my eyes. The moment he got in next to me, I packed my hair up and peeled my jacket off. Then I pulled my skirt up my thighs and flipped position so I was faced away from him. I went on my fours, arching my back so he could easily penetrate from the behind. He liked when I left my heels on. “Come on, turn the AC on full blast. We’re going to need it.” He let out a sharp laugh. “What are you doing?”

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

“He didn’t ask for a show, fresh meat. He asked for champagne. Don’t fuck this up. Room 4 pays more in one single night than you’ll scrape in a whole month slinging drinks on the floor like some thirsty basic bitch.” I ignored the bitch completely and walked past her without a second glance. The hallway to the VIP rooms felt darker with thick black velvet curtains lined both sides. Each door had a small brass number nailed low, quiet little secrets you weren’t supposed to read out loud. Room 4’s curtain was already half-pulled back, impatient as fuck, like whoever was inside was done waiting and ready to play. I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath that tasted like smoke, sin, and straig

Zara’s POV Forty-four years old. Broader than I remembered. More solid. The four years since I’d last seen him had only sharpened everything—made him more commanding, more dangerously handsome. My breath caught hard. Heat flooded between my legs so fast and so wet I had to shift in my seat, the seam of my trousers grinding right against my swollen clit. My heavy breasts rose and fell faster under the thin white shirt, nipples visibly stiff now. Fuck. It’s him.