Fifty Shades Darker Told By Christian Novelas e Histórias

Mia's Pov Christian wasted no time in attaching his mouth to mine, and taking me in our wolf form. What confused me was that I saw his eyes change color. They gleamed as golden sparks littered them. ‘Fuck, you feel so good mate,’ I heard his voice laced with a heavier tone. It didn't sound like him. And that had taken me aback. Was I in any trouble? Was it really my Christian? ‘Christian?’ I spoke through our mind link, a little confused and scared at the intensity at which he was going was almost…animalistic. Not that we weren't right now. But nonetheless, it made that small shudder of fear settle in.

Her desperation was palpable, overshadowing Christian’s ominous revelation. Christian sighed deeply, shaking his head as his hands fidgeted with unease. “When we spoke, she mentioned her remaining light,” he explained, his voice cracking. “She used it—to save me from that place.” His lips tightened into a thin line, his expression pained. “Since Samantha disappeared, something strange started happening to me. I started seeing—d-dead people.”

I knew instantly that the decapitated body was that of a rogue, and I also knew that Christian and Zander had a no tolerance policy, it was why I expected to die that day in the forest, I knew whose pack I was entering and was relying on their ruthlessness to end my suffering. Seeing it with my own eyes though, it didn’t make sense in my head. Those same hands were exploring me only a few hours ago, their touch so gentle, his words so kind, I had started to think the rumours of the blood thirsty Black’s were just that, rumours. “Little one, I can explain.” Christian steps over the corpse at his feet and closer to me. You know when people say ‘it was like time moved slowly’? I never understoo

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

“Christian and I—“ I started and he leaned closer, almost like he was desperate to hear my response. I paused. If he knew the truth, why did he need to ask me? Why did he look so curious? I averted my gaze, my fingers twisting together in a nervous tangle. What if this was a trap? A carefully laid snare designed to catch me in a lie? “Christian…” I started hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. Summoning what little courage I had, I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Christian and I have been seeing each other,” I admitted, licking my dry lips. “That’s the truth.” He grunted, unimpressed, and beckoned to one of the men standing behind him. He soon approached with a file in hand. Placing it o

The fire was clearly visible in Christian's eyes. Tears coming out of my eyes. "No, sir no, Please let me go I beg you I will not tell anything to anyone, whatever happened here. Even after today I will not show you my face. Please let me go from here….For God sake I repeat again that it's not what you are thinking." I was saying so much that Christian has come to me. He came closer and sat down near me . He put his hand on my face and then took it down to my waist. I immediately took his hand away from my body and moved away from him

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

Every time she makes a sound I glance at her, and every time I glance at her I see it again. Her unconscious frame. The predator pinning her down. The image has embedded itself in my chest, and it will never be removed. I keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road, and I tell myself the feeling in my chest is anger about my job. I tell myself it is because I was drugged and outmaneuvered by a girl with no experience and too much nerve. I tell myself it has nothing to do with her specifically, nothing to do with the particular way she looked lying there, small and undefended, with that dress she'd worn to look pretty for someone who didn't deserve her.

Before I sit back down on his lap, Christian speaks up, stopping me in my tracks. "Just one more thing." He says eyeing me. "I want her to strip for me." He says, looking over to Xavier, waiting permission. "W-what? You can't be serious!?" I meekly yell, taken off guard by his disgusting request. Christian's gaze traces over my body, and his eyes immediately darken. Its the look of an animal, or rather a predator. "Deadly." He says, no emotion in his voice. I take another glance back at Xavier, hoping he will save me somehow. However, he looks more annoyed than anything else. Annoyed because I'm holding up his meeting. He doesn't say anything, rather gestures to me to get on with it already.

She has been absent for a while and none of us apart from Zubby has gone to check on her. I put on a white and black stripped shirt with a plain black pocket short....no serious dressing, I'm not trying to impress anyone. The door ro my room creaked open and Austin poked his face into my room. "No need to hide your nakedness, there's nothing I haven't seen before" he blurted Sometimes I wonder if there was a mistake God made somewhere and Austin was supposed to be Dami's brother "If someone should hear you, they'll think we are gay couples or something" I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to come in