Fifty Shades Fanfiction Novels & Stories

On and on, I tapped on his name, wishing there’d be some kind of miracle that would suddenly make the call connect. His phone was always off. “Emily!” I heard, and looked down. There was Sadie and Jude. “Emily.” Sadie called, waving madly, and I smiled, waving back down at her. “We made a fanfiction of you and Lucas. Check it out.” Jude said, throwing a drawing book up. It took a few tries before the book finally hit me in the face. “Sorry!” Sadie shouted, giggling. “We have to go now. We’ll be back.” Jude said, waving, and I nodded, watching them leave.

My hands were suddenly enclosed in his swiftly. “There will be no touching from you. I was made as your mate to pleasure you, princess.” Scar said, still resurfaced. I nodded as calmly as I could as he tied my hands to the bed post. I couldn’t help but think. Were these 50 shades of Grey’s scenes? I am never the one to endure pain cause I can’t. This made me look for anything that depicted violence in Scar’s hands. I searched thoroughly but couldn’t find anything. Instead, I found myself loving it. I loved this scene which sounded unusually strange. I never knew myself to had these weird fantasies…

"I don't want money, Jesse. I want you." The disdain in his gaze deepened. "Drop the manipulative act." Just as tension hit its peak, the door swung open. Gina strutted in on heels. Her once fiery red hair had been dyed sleek black. She was trying hard to play the perfect innocent girl Jesse liked. "You shameless old hag," she snapped. "Still trying to cling to Jesse? Look at yourself in the mirror. You're just an old, vain parasite. Take the money and get out already!"

I added, just to make a point, because he certainly seemed to have forgotten that a moment ago, because that kiss sure as hell did not feel like a kiss you share with a friend. ‘Maybe a friend with benefits?’ Shira offered, with another giggle. ‘I suggest you be quiet unless you want blocking.’ I warned my wolf, earning myself yet another giggle. She clearly found this whole situation highly amazing. Zaine’s eyes were still returning my gaze. Not even faltering. That smile was still lingering upon his handsome face too. “Was it so bad?” He asked, raising a brow in question.

She hadn't expected to see the crazy woman still slobbering over cocks. “You disgusting whore,” she spat, her voice dripping with hatred. “You've been thrown in the dungeon like the filth you are, and you're still spreading your legs.” Fenny only moaned, arching her back like a cat in heat. She turned, presenting her ass shamelessly to Sandra. “Look, Sandraaa,” she purred as Thom dropped down behind her and slid his cock into her dripping cunt with a growl. “He’s fucking me so good. I'll bet you wish you were me.”

"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.

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

"No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called. I feel like it's the scene when Ann and Christian are in the dining room and grabs her. I feel like his going to grab me. I started feeling hot in my face. I know he can see my cheeks. I moved back in a little bit, his right on top of my body. "He backed off, thank God." I must say it out loud.

“I’m sure Ciara and I will get along famously. Women in our circles learn to share the spotlight.” Share. The implication is filled with suggestion. My thighs press together under my dress, Cain’s earlier release still marking me. I hate how my body remembers him. I imagine clawing Cain's face now. My nails raking down those sharp cheekbones while I ride him hard enough to bruise us both. In the fantasy, he bleeds, and I come screaming his name anyway. Pathetic. I'm pathetic! “Lovely,” I manage. My voice doesn’t waver. Good.

“That was different! That was fantasy-sex me who’s made bad decisions while drunk.” Misha laughed harder, clearly enjoying himself now. “Fantasy-sex you was insane. Hot, but criminally unhinged.” “Shut up,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hands. “No seriously, that wasn’t even vanilla. That was like, jet-black velvet dungeon level stuff.” I peeked at him between my fingers, scowling. “For the record, the wildest thing I ever wanted to try with Ezra was… doggy style.” He stared at me.