Fifty Shades Book Review Novels & Stories

Oh no. It was The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. That book was on another level. Full-on adult scenes, way worse than Fifty Shades. It made Fifty Shades feel like a bedtime story for kids. I had only read two erotic novels in my life, and that was enough to decide they were not for me. I only finished Fifty Shades because it was the less intense one. I definitely was not planning to read something like this again. I quickly folded the bag closed and gasped, “Jaxon!”

I had created an account with a different user name. I had a few notifications from the app, so I opened it. I read the book, she had been reading that day. It was very nice and captivating. I finished it over the night. I liked the way the author had penned down the book. I looked for the other works by the same author. There was another book which was not very long, I finished it within two hours. Her writing style was good. I liked the way she described the love scenes with a subtle sensuality. Romantic... Very romantic. Sensuous, steamy, witty and crisp. I commented what I felt and was surprised to see that she answered back politely.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

No Mercy I still lay sprawled across the massive king bed in Kai’s ocean-view penthouse suite, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through my wet pussy. Thick ropes of Kai’s cum slowly leaked from my swollen, well-fucked pussy, running down between my ass cheeks and soaking into the expensive white sheets. My skin glistened with sweat, red handprints glowing all over my ass and thighs where he had spanked me hard. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sun dipping toward the horizon, painting the ocean in deep oranges and pinks, but neither of us cared about the view anymore.

"She loved chaos." "Same thing." --- The fifth book was published in the fall. The Shape of a Future, it was called. A meditation on building a life when the foundations have been laid by others. On finding your own voice in the chorus of ghosts. The reviews were quiet — not loud, but thoughtful. People recognized the honesty, the vulnerability, the refusal to pretend that the past was simple. This is not a sequel, one critic wrote. It's a prayer. For the ones who came before and the ones who will come after.

He then moves back a bit, as though he has come to a realization of sorts and my eyebrows furrow together. "The woman at the mall," He starts slowly, "Describe her to me." I blink and avert my eyes from his face, "W-Well, she had dark hair and looks very young. Exceptionally beautiful and she was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5' 3"? 5' 4"? Her clothes scream expensive but she has great taste." Anthony lets out a soft chuckle and I feel fingers on my jaw pulling my gaze back to him, "And you aren't jealous?"

I said, pointing at the buttons with my free hand. His eyes slowly reeled over to me, shifting from a deep hypnotizing blue to an overwhelming golden hue. His wolf must be coming out, my ample chest was already fairly exposed when he reached for the first button, and I gasped when the pad of his finger grazed my skin. Instantly, his burning golden gaze met me. I started burning up. This was getting a little bit complicated.

But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

Carefully, she placed the bookmark between the pages and partially closed the book. Vlad tilted his head. "Where did you stop?" She bit her lower lip, amused. "I was about to start the first hot scene…" She lifted her eyes to him with a mischievous gleam. "And I think it’s going to be very intense, since he’s so seductive." Vlad slightly raised an eyebrow. "Intense?" "Very." She pressed the book against her chest. "He spends entire chapters pretending he’s in control… but you can tell he’s on the verge of losing it."

But I could only sigh in contentment as I wrapped my arms around his neck, sitting chest to chest, heart to heart. My fingers grabbed his hair as I ground into him. Feeling him inside of me was the material that was used to make up the fifty shades books and I could not help myself but to moan. Caleb somehow found a way to push himself upwards, and in all the chaos, we found a glorious rhythm. “Never.” He groaned as his teeth scraped over my shoulder.