Fifty Shades Characters Novels & Stories

CHARACTERS AND CATEGORIES Here characters will be justified into various categories, ranging from main characters, unseen and unknown, villains, witches, gods (BBP PANTHEON), gods (MYTHS), and fates. MAIN CHARACTERS 1) John Ozais Screeman 2) Khloe Dave 3) Maria 4) Angel Raphael 5) King Butt ORIGINAL/ STARTING NINE 1) John Ozais Screeman 2) Khloe Dave 3) Maria 4) Pete 5) King Butt 6) Sam 7) Claire Johnathan 8) Juliet Johnathan 9) Rod Smith UNSEEN AND UNKNOWN CHARACTERS 1) Temptress, The Great Unknown VILLAINS 1) Azazel 2) Marvaritte

My thrift-store hoodie weighed ten pounds. "Group Four," Madame Arnaud read. "Vesper Aldric. Darcy Vaughn." Darcy turned in her chair and looked straight at me. Her smile was slow. Satisfied. I dropped my eyes to my notebook and bit down on the inside of my cheek. It doesn't matter. Veritas matters. Paris matters. He doesn't. "Group Five." Madame Arnaud adjusted her glasses. "Thea Voss. Juniper Rhodes. Soren Solvane. Ash Solvane."

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

Five Years Later Charlotte slipped into a sleek, crimson gown that hugged her curves like a lover's whisper—low-cut, thigh-high slit, and silk shimmering under the dim light. Howard was buried in work at his study desk, the clock striking midnight unnoticed as his fingers flew across the laptop keys. She glided in silently, heart racing with mischief. With graceful precision, she hoisted herself onto the desk, knees parting slightly as she sauntered forward on all fours. Her hand nudged the laptop shut with a soft click. She smiled down at him, eyes smoldering.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

“No, I don’t want…” Mia, tipsy herself, misheard over the noise. “What? You want?” Charlotte shook her head, muttering, “I’m not into all that messy drama…” “What?” Mia leaned in. “You’re into muscle drama? You mean you just like abs?” She raised a brow. Charlotte’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy from the alcohol. Ten minutes later, five shirtless male escorts—each over six feet, with perfectly sculpted abs—lined up in front of her and struck a pose.

"Sir, do you know Fifty Shades of Grey? It's a very famous movie! Pradies Inc's Fifty Temptations…" She finally looked up and was silent the next second. "Kev... Kevin?" That was what came into her mind that instant. Right then, she was holding a box of condoms in one hand and a fifty-dollar note in the other.

"That's okay, darling I get that all the time." She walks away, leaving me back to my thoughts. Why did I choose here, besides for my friend? Well, this is a sore subject, but I need to vent. My last breakup broke me; no, like really shattered me. He was a famous movie star named Jackson Black. He was my dream guy, shaggy brown hair, beautiful emerald green eyes, and a strong jawline with just a hint of stubble.

This place somehow reminded me of Christian Grey's company in the fifty shades of grey movie. "Hello miss, can I help you?" A fair lady who looked like she was forced to this job, nevertheless looking beautiful and perfect in her office clothes, asked me, I could feel blood rush up to my cheeks but thank God for my colour, no one would ever know I was blushing. I walked over to her, giving her my most friendly smile. "Hi, I'm November, November Tete" I introduced my self. "Uhm, I was just wondering if I could get a job here, I mean not a very serious job since I'm still schooling." I started, then she smiled

I heard footsteps. The next thing I knew Ethan was in the living room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties. I nearly dropped my snack. He was lean and smooth, his skin pale in the dim light and his legs long and shapely. The panties hugged the curve of his ass like they’d been sewn onto him. From behind, with those hips and that waist, I couldn’t tell if I was looking at a guy or a girl, and for a second, I realized I didn’t really care.