Fifty Shades Darker Told By Christian の小説・ストーリー

"Give me the drugs, I muttered as I took the water and swallow the pills." ANNABELLE ... The fire of revenge burn deeply inside of me and now Damon as cross the line between me and him I will become the devil and not the girl he knows before I took the pills just to stay alive to kill her, I don't care if I lose my life but I promised him I won't let there love story have an happy ending no matter what. I felt a sharp pain down my abdomen it's hurt so bad, I screamed at the top of my voice, Damon I screamed as he got to where I was blood was rushing on my private part I screamed again, ''Damon! Just do something and don't just stand there am fucking bleeding get me to the hospital I screamed

"No no no—Paige, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Please." Then the darkness took me completely. "Paige!" His voice cracked completely. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, just—just stay with me. Please. We're almost there, just hold on. Hold on for me, please—Paige, I swear if you don't open your eyes right now—please. Please just stay with me, don't do this—I've got you, okay? I've got you, just hold on—" His voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole.

The blood pooled closer and closer to my bare feet. Christian slowly holstered his weapon. He stepped over the pooling blood, closing the distance between us until his towering shadow completely blocked out the light. He reached down, his rough hand gripping my jaw. He looked down at me, forcing me to look away from the lifeless body and straight into the eyes of the man that made me an orphan. Something dark and primal flashed in his eyes. "Now, you're mine," Christian whispered, his thumb digging into my cheek. "Completely." “Never…I'll never be yours!” I whispered, tears cascading down my eyes.

Lila's body betrayed her fully now, hips rising to meet the thrusts. The large cock stretched her relentlessly, the vibrations building an unbearable pressure. She felt the possession deepen, her own desires merging with the dark spirit's hunger. Tears mixed with sweat, her soft skin flushed red. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, her moans echoing off the walls lined with innocent dolls that now seemed to watch. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, emotional intimacy twisting with the raw invasion— she was no longer just Lila, but part of this dark fantasy.

A hot flash that makes my vision go dark as my body trembles. I let out a broken moan as he thrusts me deeper, then he let out a deep grunt as he spurts in my pussy. The sensation is so intense I think I might pass out. Both of us collapsed against the table, breathing hard. After a while, he rises to his feet, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk. Then he reaches out to stroke my hair. "We still have the balcony to check Amelia." His voice is calm and cold again. "I think you will find the view up there better for another round."

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance. Ciara's PoV: The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.

But she didn't release me. "Take a step and I'll blow her head off." She yelled. "What do you even want with her? Who is she to you?" "If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will kill you!" Christian growled. "I will rip you apart, bit by bit, until there's nothing left of you." I was shocked at his words. I'd never seen him this way. He looked like he had been possessed by something dark, because this wasn't the Christian I knew. He looked completely different.

" Seven hundred years old. Been living in Nevada for the past two decades, keeping a low profile.” Christian’s shoulders visibly tensed beside me. The revelation should’ve been shocking, but something about it wasn’t. Maybe it was the way he moved. Maybe it was the way his eyes watched everything and missed nothing. Or maybe it was that quiet strength he carried, the kind that only came with time… too much time. Before he could say anything else, I threw up a hand, cutting in with a raised brow. “I’m sorry,” I said flatly, “but is this a confession or a therapy session? Because right now, it’s giving weekly AA meeting for ancient bloodsuckers.”

“I am not pretty, and I am poor.” “I don’t think you’re ugly—in my opinion, you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” “Liar.” I turned on my heels and walked away, but Christian followed me. “You don’t even know what I look like without my disguise, you haven’t even seen me as a woman.” I laughed bitterly. “Being attracted to someone like me is no less than being gay.” “I don’t care, whatever I’m seeing right now is enough for me.” “You said it yourself.” I reminded him. “Men are filled with more desires, especially when they are in a place with limited females.”