Fifty Shades Book Review Novels & Stories

Anna pov I leaned back in my chair, twirling my pen between my fingers, trying not to stare… but let’s be honest, I was failing miserably. Professor Jeff was at the board, writing notes with his sleeves rolled up. The tiny flex of his arm as he moved, the way his tie brushed against his chest… my stomach flipped with every little movement. I couldn’t help the quickening of my pulse, the little shiver running down my spine. God… he’s ridiculously… perfect. And just thinking about him… I bit my lip, feeling a heat rush through me. I wish he could take me now…

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

Permit me to say this but I don't think I will regret staying here…. The book clearly covered my face as I tried to find my way through an empty desk. Florida could only laugh at my silly attitude. She just won't understand so I laughed along with her. Dropping down the books, I heaved in relief. "Fifty Shades Of Grey," I read out, caressing the book cover. I'm definitely reading all these. "Shannara Chronicles," “Game of thrones,” "Beautiful Disaster," "wow…..this is really amazing," I exclaimed, reading the title of each book I grabbed.

He simply was, a mountain in the chaos, and she found herself wanting to scale him. On the fifth day, she found it. The book was unassuming, bound in a dark, supple hide that felt like the inside of a thigh. There was no title. She picked it up. The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. It wasn't a memory or an emotion. It was pure, undiluted sensation. A phantom mouth closed over her nipple, tongue and teeth working in a rhythm that made her gasp. A hand, large and calloused, slid up the inside of her thigh. It was so vivid, so physical, her knees buckled and she had to brace herself against the shelves.

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey. “Just read it,” Karen mumbled. I’ve been wondering why this book was always out of stock since I started working here, but never got the chance to buy or read it. Karen kept talking about the said book while I stuffed it inside a paper bag. My eyes kept going back to where Ace was since girl number eleven managed to get Ace talking with her. They seemed to be enjoying their time, and I felt this squeeze in my heart while seeing Ace smile at her. “… the movie based on that novel is good as well. You have to see it,” Karen’s blabbering was never ending.

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

there it was. I began to look through the numerous books sitting pretty on the shelf, I took out five books and set them down on the floor, taking a seat on the floor as I began to look through the book. I saw my favorite author ( E.L. James ) a smile sat proudly on my face as I brought out her book 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' I opened the book and placed it against my nose, inhaling the old book scent and felt giddy with happiness. I swiped the notes and began reading... ~~~~~~

He asked himself. "Have you watched Fifty Shades of Grey?" Joyce countered. "Yep, it was just a horny film produced to satisfy our sexual hunger" "Correct, and this book is a bit similar with it, the only difference is that it was written in the point of view of a mistress" "Mistress?" "Yes" said Joyce. "Hmmm, a lot of people today are surely obsessed with obscene things" Jayler chortled under his breath while taking a bite on the banana. "I actually want to meet the author of this book, my classmates said that he was a hot bachelor" Joyce suddenly turned lackadaisical. Propably imagining things with the author.