Fifty Shades Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"Only three we could trace, five are still in open. But the search is going on and these five aren't really dangerous. So there's no hurry." "You should have told me." I scolded, turning back to my phone. Still a little pissed on him and his previous choice of girlfriend. Well, at least he upgraded! "Are you angry on me?" He asked, coming closer to me. I shrugged in response. He peeked through my shoulder to see what I was doing. "Is that the book app which you're extremely addicted to?" I nodded my head. "What's the name?" "Don’t want to tell." "Ugh. Fine. Can you read 50 Shades of Grey on it?" He asked, looking intently as I surfed through the What's Hot list.

"Anything specific you want to watch?" The girl thought for a few seconds before nodding her head excitedly. "Yes, what about fifty shades of grey?" He smirked and leaned close to her. "I can show you that." He kissed her quickly before setting up N*****x and turning on the movie. He settled in and pulled her against his chest. Soo Yun snuggled into his side and put her head on his shoulder.

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

None of them know that I'm starting to have trouble remembering where the fiction ends. "You're trending," Priya says, stopping by my office at 10 AM with the expression of someone delivering news they find both exciting and slightly alarming. She shows me her phone. There is a hashtag. #CelesteAndIsabelle has been used more than fifty thousand times since midnight. People are making fan art. People are writing speculative fiction about our "meet-cute." People are constructing elaborate theories about when we first got together, how long we've been hiding it, or whether we're planning to get married. "Fantastic," I say.

Aisha's POV I never thought I would see him again. Five years had passed, and I felt I had moved far enough away from the shadows of the past. Yet tonight, at a charity event I attended at the invitation of a friend, fate seemed to be playing with me. The world felt more vibrant with the bustle and laughter, but my heart felt heavy as I stepped into a room full of unfamiliar faces. That gaze. The gaze I once knew so deeply. A mix of guilt, regret, and something more complicated—hidden love. He stood across the room, wearing a black suit that still made him look so authoritative.

They sighed as their lips pulled away, turning their heads to me with equally big grins and inviting me to join them. "Anthony?" Eve spoke up, pulling me out of my daydream with a surprised shake of my head. She laughed quietly. "You okay there? You kind of spaced out." "What a surprise!" Lila remarked with a roll of her eyes. I sighed, trying to rid the fantasy from my mind. Though, as a red-blooded human male, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of girlfriends experimenting with each other. I chuckled in an attempt to brush it off. "Sorry about that," I responded.

“I need the promotion… I’ll be your fucktoy… please, let me cum. I’ll do anything you say.” They laughed darkly. Mr. Kline took Mr. Micha’s place in my mouth, his cock thicker, forcing me to gag. Elena straddled one of my thighs, grinding her wet pussy against my skin while continuing to maul my breasts. “Beg louder,” Elena demanded. “Tell us your darkest secret. What do you really fantasize about at your desk while pretending to be a good fiancée?” I gasped around Mr. Kline’s cock before he pulled out. “Being used like this… by powerful people… by hard men… I love to be slammed…I love to be fucked…I touch myself thinking about it. I’m so ashamed, but I need it.”

He stepped backwards a little and lifted the paper in his hand again as his eyes scanned through it…he smirked, “You know, you’re actually quite popular on campus because who would have thought that you're the anonymous poet everyone talks about? The girl who posts on the school group under a secret name and writes erotica fanfiction about seduction?” He grins wider and I felt my knees weakened…I wished the ground could open and swallow me up. But just when I thought he would stop, he continued. “You’re the one who wrote ‘10 Ways to Make a Bad Boy Fall for You.’ Impressive…your pen name is ‘sexy diva’. You must know a lot about love and romance, huh?”

"I'm going! I'm going again! Mike! Please!" She reached over with her shaking left hand and picked up a black silk blindfold from her nightstand. She tied it quickly over her eyes, plunging herself into total darkness. Without her vision, the fantasy became one hundred percent real. In her mind, the machine disappeared. It was Mike. He was there, his hot breath on her neck, his heavy chest crushing her breasts as he pounded into her without mercy.