Fifty Shades 4 Novels & Stories

Everyone smiles and grabs the knife together. Everyone looks at each other then Everybody blows the candle together and hugs each other with lots of love. "This is not ending our story but this is just the beginning of our new lives." Goodbye 50shades of puberty readers. Love you all. __________End____________

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.

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

*** *** An Hour Later I finally settled for a turtle neck top that aesthetically snatched my hot figure and fucking tits, but the real purpose is to cover his marks on me. Right now, I’m sitting on the dining table, right next to Blake, my not-so-fine fiancé, the kind that money makes up for his weirdness. Opposite us are his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rivers. And the last fucking man on the table is my pervy master. “Tell me,” Blake chants next to me. “How’s the wedding preparation?”

Did having money give him the right to pee on others. I was still boiling inside with my thoughts when I saw Kayla start to strip before our eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Like girl, will you seriously do this? "What's my reward?" She asked when she had removed her negligee, and was about to unclasp her bra. "Tell me what you want," He said, giving her a blank cheque. "Four thousand dollars," She mouthed boldly. My teeth clenched. Where was her pride? She would let a guy piss on her for four grand?

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.

The position left me open, on display, the cool air kissing every inch of exposed skin. I could hear them moving around me. Four distinct sets of footsteps. Four different breathing patterns. One of them spoke first—voice deep, older, threaded with quiet authority. “She’s prettier than the photos.” Another voice, younger, rougher: “Fuck. Look at her. Already trembling.” A third, smoother: “She’s soaked. I can see it from here.” The fourth stayed silent, but I felt the weight of his stare like a physical touch.

Jax stood over the three exhausted, cum-soaked girls with a cruel, hungry grin. Emma, Mia, and Zoe were still on their backs on the living room floor, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and continuously leaking thick white globs of his cum onto the carpet. Their bodies were shiny with sweat, faces flushed, tits heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

By the time we reached the fourth floor landing, my chest felt suffocatingly tight—not merely from physical exhaustion, but from a dark, heavy unease creeping into my blood that I couldn't quite name. "Here, ma'am," the rogue servant murmured, stopping abruptly in the quiet corridor and pointing a dirty finger at a massive oak door. "Suite 402." I gave a sharp nod and waved my hand dismissively. "Leave me." I needed a quiet moment alone to compose my dress and breath before facing Kieran. The girl hesitated only briefly before turning on her heel, her footsteps fading down the silent, torch-lit hall. I stepped up to the door, reached for the heavy brass handle, and twisted.

Three days before my wedding to Don Marco, I scheduled a memory erasure procedure. "Ms. Leah, are you certain you want to erase the memories from this period of your life and forget the people you knew?" I ran my fingers over the wedding invitation Marco had carefully prepared and said softly, "Yes." Three years ago, on the night Marco and I got engaged, Violetta was involved in a car accident. When she woke up, she identified me as the person responsible. That was when I learned that even an innocent person could become the villain in everyone else's eyes. Marco, the man I loved most, believed her and sent me to prison for three years. "Leah, you nearly destroyed her life. You should be gra