Fifty Shades Freed Christians Perspective Fanfiction

"You're stuck with me forever, Andrea. I'm yours and you're mine. You've run away from me for too long and now, now is the time to come back to where you rightfully belong to" He said to her in a cold tone. Tough and strong, Andrea Salvador. She was hard like a rock to let anyone in not until she met Francis North who made her steal heart turned soft and went explode. Francis North, one of the youngest, richest and most handsome billionaire in whole world. He has a cold heart, he was the type who never cared about anyone's feeling or well-being aside that of his friends. He has always believe every girls are all the same who wants nothing but his wealth, not until he met the woman who changed his perspective, Andrea Salvador!

When fate decides to play its funny tricks, a clueless Luna is forced to fight against the impossible.. Eighteen year old and shy, Miranda Dagel is in her final year in high school, but is anything but excited about her forthcoming graduation. She has lived her life in a complete haze, never doing anything interesting. She hates her fat self, her school and hates her life. Eighteen now and still no boyfriend. Even her bestfriend wouldn't understand her restlessness. Mira finds herself longing, desperate for something exciting _ an adventure. Searching for a way to escape reality. One warm summer night, Mira's eyes catch a shadow standing by her window. Soon this shadow would become a reality_her reality. A man who scares her but shifts her perspective of the world, a living labyrinth who could change from a human to something else entirely. Little did she know that the adventure she had always sought for would start with an abduction. From that moment, it may become impossible to escape this reality.. because this may now be her world, her world as the Alpha's abducted Luna.

"You can't deny everything just like that," I screamed at the boy I once thought loved me as tears welled up in my eyes. "Well, watch me," he said casually, crashing on the sofa in his room. "We have to find a solution to this pregnancy. You can't expect me to abort our baby," I said, trying to make him see things from a better perspective, but the look on his face just proved how stupid he thinks I am right now. "Your baby, not ours," he said, shocking me. "Are you seriously denying sleeping with me and getting me pregnant?" I screamed at him as I let my tears flow freely from my eyes. "Look, I accept that I slept with you, but I definitely didn't get you pregnant. Why don't you ask all your numerous lovers? Maybe one of them will accept that they released their semen into you," he said with a bored expression on his face. "What are you talking about? I don't have any other boyfriend apart from you," I said, trying to fight the truth that was staring at me. "Oh, please spare me all this. Whenever you are done with this drama, leave and shut the door behind you," he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom while I stared at him wide-eyed. "Just so you know, if anyone asks you who is responsible for that thing you're carrying, and you call my name, I promise you I will deny ever knowing you at all. And trust me when I say I'll make your life miserable," he finally said before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

They grew up in a cult community that as a culture killed Russians, Bonnie, Donald and Dr. Markus are Russians. This is because 1000 years ago there was a war and before the war Russians used to oppress the black people so the black people rose up, some good Russians helped the black people rise up and for a time after the black people won the war and got into rule they made laws to stop the oppression and things got calmer and people were arrested for racism. One day, 1000 years later, a black ruler was dying so he gave his crown to his nephew who hated Russians and the nephew turned black people against the Russians and created a whole culture of hating the Russians, this started tensions between the two races and literally got babies killed, mixed people were killed along with their Russian parents, black people who made babies with them would be kicked out of the community that used to be Christians and the nephew's son started a culture of killing Russians 1 time a month on the 13th day of the month. RedBeeSAndAmber2's Real Name is Treasure Marie Denise Jackson and I am her, I collaborated with GOD A.K.A. Jesus Christ To help me write this book. The Writer is an African-American. _________________________________________________________________________ This story is copyrighted. (Copr. ©) The copyright symbol, or copyright sign, ©, is the symbol used in copyright notices for works other than sound recordings. The use of the symbol is described by the Universal Copyright Convention. Copyright refers to the legal right of the owner of intellectual property. ... This means that the original creators of products and anyone they give authorization to are the only ones with the exclusive right to reproduce the work.

"You remind me of someone so dear to my heart...." -Syke Rafael Fontanilla Syke Rafael Fontanilla was the most crabbed but handsome man that Wevz ever known. She is so eager to help him change his perspective in life. But how can she change that if he does not want to let go of the memories from the past? And the worst thing? What if she’s the one giving life to those memories he has from the past?

With a history like ours, the meaning of the word family tended to tangle into something unrecognizable. DNA and bloodlines didn’t tie us together, and neither did our last names. Various shades of grey blurred the branches of our twisted family tree. I wasn’t her brother. They weren’t my parents. Not that it mattered… She was off limits. Portia was my friend. Then my foster sister. And she’d always be the love of my life. Family Ties is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

At the age of twenty, Alex became an stripper in King's cove. The reason why she became an stripper is to find the treasure of her father's diary that will lead to and use it to get out the hell out of the country.What else she supposed to do with fifty bucks of her name, an old coded diary and a body full of bruises?She only have one problem that is to avoid the four boys from her past that she hated at the same time. But that was the perfect opportunity for her to take what she owned. Once upon a time they betrayed her.The four boys she once knew don't just live in that twin anymore, they run it.The gang, nightlife and the violence. It's all theirs.All she have to do is to slip past them, do her things and get out.

"Can you handle f**king the five of us?" Abducted and forced to kill in a labyrinth of fifty women, Cataleia Reiss was one of the people that stood last and was accepted in a black Auction. She was bought by a mysterious stranger, claiming to be a Dominant Alpha; however, her master is suddenly assassinated. As the rights and will were read before his coffin, Cataleia witnessed the event that would change her life forever. “Cataleia Reiss won the Auction. And she is to be divided amongst the brothers.” _