Fifty Shades Darker E L James Novels & Stories

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama FIFTEEN "Are you sure you are okay?"Emily asks and everyone attention were on me making it feels more awkward. "Yeah I'm totally fine"I tried to act cool. And just then, he pushed his whole finger into me. I gripped the bottom of the table, beneath the oversized table covering, painfully tightly. My knuckles were probably white as he moved in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace, making me grip tighter.

Cum poured from every hole, my voice was gone, and my body was covered in marks. Damien laid me on the master bed and held me close, stroking my hair. “You were absolute perfection today,” he whispered. “Tomorrow we’re going even harder. I want to see just how much my perfect island whore can really take before she breaks.” I moaned softly, too exhausted to speak, but my mind was still spinning. As Damien fell asleep beside me, I slipped out of bed once more and took the small tender boat to the shore. Elias was waiting at the lighthouse.

A darker one. ' He's just right there... Defenseless and unaware... All I need to do is lunge forward with all my might, slit his throat and it will be all over... I will be free. ' Estelle's mind took a dark turn. Her claws extended before she realized it. It's pointed tip gleamed in the darkness with a silver hue. Then another shiver tore through her body. The cold shattered the thought completely. ' What am I doing?' Estelle sighed, a little disappointed at herself. She felt a little shameful for thinking of killing the man who saved her life in his sleep.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

I can practically taste their hunger for blood, their desperate need for the next headline that will define their careers. They're here to watch my public execution, to capture the moment when Elise Blackwood finally falls. They have no idea they're about to witness a resurrection instead. "Now," I command. With that, the doors swing open in perfect synchronization and the effect is instantaneous and explosive. "ELISE! ELISE BLACKWOOD!" "MISS BLACKWOOD! OVER HERE!" "ARE YOU HERE TO CONFESS DRUGGING YOUR STEPSISTER?" "DID YOU SEDUCE KIERAN WESTFIELD TO GET REVENGE ON YOUR FAMILY?"

Raindrops shimmered against the glass walls of the penthouse, their rhythm soft yet sharp enough to pierce the silence between them. Elena stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself, watching the city blur into streaks of light. It had been fifty days since she signed the contract that changed everything—fifty days of polite dinners, quiet wars, and an invisible line neither dared to cross. Damian Cross had kept his word. No affection, no pretense. Only rules. Yet tonight, something in the air felt different—raw, unguarded, and dangerously human.

Miriam, as the cemetery’s administrative assistant, and thus the real brains behind the cemetery’s operations, took a few steps towards the door, twisted the tarnished brass knob, and pulled the creaky door open. A well-dressed, tall man stood on the cottage’s patio, muscles bulging against the confines of his tailored suit. His dark, flowing, wavy hair draped across his shoulders, contrasting against the olive-colored skin of his neck. He lifted his expensive wire-rimmed sunglasses to the top of his forehead, revealing piercing black eyes. “Good day, Ma’am. Is the caretaker here?” the man said, more of a statement than an actual question. Miriam’s eyes squinted defensively. “And just what i

Grace’s fingers opened in a violent shiver, the black fountain pen slipping from her hand and rolling across the smoked glass table with a hollow, echoing click. Her breath hitched as Elias leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, his warm breath fanning across her neck and sending an intense wave of goosebumps rippling down her spine. "I don't need a legal clause to touch you, Juliet," Elias murmured against her skin, his deep voice vibrating directly into her pounding pulse point. "I own the walls you sleep inside. I own the legacy you spent your entire life protecting. And the moment your pen touches that signature line, I own every single