Fifty Shades Darker 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.

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

"Ahh! You're so good!" I immediately opened the door lock within ten seconds using my hands, which are wearing black hand gloves, still clutching the knob. I slowly opened it, my face remained impassive, and walked in, pointing my gun at the man who had just done a deep thrust to his wh*re, she was now gripping the bedsheet and screaming in pleasure.

She bolted over, calling out, "M-Ms. Brown!" Fidgeting with her clothes, my mother whispered, "Do you remember me? I'm Yocelyn's mother. The corneas—you got them from her..." Amelia just brushed my mother's hand aside and shoved her. My death certificate fluttered to the ground with a soft sound. Without a word, Amelia stomped on it, sneering, "Get lost, you lunatic! I don't know you..." My mother's eyes went wide with shock, and she dove for Amelia's leg, yelling, "Don't touch that!"

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

16 ~~~~ Darkness could smell her wetness, he could hear the arousal in her breath, the way her toes curled in expectation, the way she was giving way to him. Yet her lips remained sealed, unwilling to accept that she had been wrong to run from him, that she had been wrong to have ever considered that option. From the moment Darkness laid his eyes on her, he didn't care if she was human or not, all she knew was that he wanted her and her alone.

I felt something tearing loose inside of me, memories, dreams, pieces of myself breaking under pressure. I couldn’t fight anymore. This is how I die. And then something answered. Heat flooded my veins, not burning- awakening. Light surged up my arms, down my spine. My palms burned like they had been branded from the inside. “No, “Vorten breathed. “Increase containment “ Too late. Light waves exploded from me. The machine shattered first, screens bursting, sparks flying. The restraints snapped like paper. The power cut out in a deafening crash as the entire facility plunged into darkness.

Had watched the way Bianca's eyes flashed with defiance even as she was terrified, had seen the fierce protectiveness she showed toward her father, had witnessed her climb out a third-story window on tied curtains just for a chance at freedom. And Anna had been hooked. Six months would not be nearly long enough. But it was what they had agreed to, and Anna always honored her contracts. Even when she desperately wanted to extend them. "Miss Adams?" Her driver's voice interrupted her thoughts. "We have arrived." Anna looked up from her phone and out the window. They were in the parking lot of The Golden Rose, one of the most exclusive casinos in the city. The building rose up in front of them,

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.