Fifty Shades Fanfic

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?

Samantha, a simple girl wants nothing than to be with her prince charming, but she was cheated by the people she called family. She was forced to carry a stranger's baby so they would gain fifty million dollars. As for her, she was never in their plan. She was kicked out immediately she delivered the baby. Her malicious step sister even snatched her boyfriend. Left with nothing, she flew out of Breaton City to start her life afresh. She even got a job as a cook in the Presidential residence. But why did she feel familiar with the little boy who is the son of the President? Just when she thought the boy had won her heart, will she fall....for his daddy too? "Rule No 1, you are not meant to touch my son! If you do that again next time, I will cut off your arms from your shoulders!" "Yes sir!"

Ariel watched with tears in her eyes, as her parents, her dignity, and her throne were taken away from her. Stripped to nothing but a servant, the only thing that she ever wished was for was the fall of her most hated enemy. Gaining his way into the pack house to gain her revenge, it turned out that the moon goddess had other plans for her, making Alpha Derek his mate. Was she going to follow her heart or the dying urge to take her revenge? While the dark shades behind her past clear out gradually, turns out that she must protect the ones that she cares most about. Why does the Alpha reject her even though he knows that she is the only one who can heal him from his curse, what dark secrets is he trying to hide what is the true identity of Ariel and why would her enemies want her dead by all means? Find out in this new werewolf series. "Wish I could hate you."

Amelia looked at Xavier shocked by what she saw. His eyes were no longer filled with love for her like they once were, just an empty ink black eyes staring right into her soul. "How long?" Xavier asked. Realization dawned on her immediately 'he had found out'. "How long do you plan to deceive me?" He asked again in a cold, harsh but calm voice- the calm before a storm. His eyes shades darker-if that was even possible. Amelia stood silent, fear consumed her, she knew that no word can hold back his furry. "When did you plan to tell me that you were not the woman I was to marry, that you had snatched another's woman identity?" He said in a cold and furious voice. *************** Amelia's act of kindness landed her in an unexpected marriage with a stranger. What happens when hidden secrets are revealed and she finds out that her husband is the head Leader of the Australian Mafia and she was in the middle of it all?

For fifty years, vampires have suffered defeat after defeat in the Bloodmoon Duel, forced to watch werewolves claim the right to walk among humans. To secure her clan’s survival, Arce is forced into the hands of an Alpha of their enemy clan. But the bond that entwines them is worse than any prison—he is her mate. His blood burns in her veins, intoxicating and forbidden, binding her to the very beast she was born to destroy. She was raised to hate wolves, to see them as nothing more than savage animals. Yet every heartbeat draws her closer, every glance threatens to shatter her resolve. Now, caught between her loyalty to her people and the curse of craving him, Arce must decide—will she kill him as her father commanded, or will she fall and doom them all? The war between vampires and wolves was never truly over. And their bond may be the spark that sets the world ablaze.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

"PLEASE FUCK ME DOCTOR". ANN BEGGED AS SHE CRAVED FOR HIS TOUCH IN-BETWEEN HER SPLAYED LEGS. //DARK ROMANCE// WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY SCENE IN EVERY CHAPTER, IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 AND YOU FEEL INSUCRE ABOUT READING EROTIC BOOK, PLEASE DON'T READ. IT CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!!!...THOSE WHO WISH TO CONTINUE, PLEASE DO BECAUSE YOU WIL REALLY ENJOY IT, IT'S WORTH IT! … I am Ann hamburger. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one night stands. My parents and ex boyfriend thinks I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive. It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that they might be right. So my best friend introduced someone to me—A sex doctor . Marcus Morris. She says he is my last hope. My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac? Well flip through this pages and read the story of my life. The shades of Ann...

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

I thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan’s mating process… One of us dies.

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."