Fifty Shades Freed Novels & Stories

"It does. I thought I'd be stuck with a scar forever. Luckily, you don't mind, Quent!" "Yeah, that cut must've stung," Quentin mumbled, his fingers lingering on her scar. His gaze was distant, like he was staring off somewhere far away. Taylor took his hand, her voice soft. "Quent, you—" "How desperate do you think Sharon must've been when trapped in those flames?" Quentin's tone changed in an instant. He grabbed Taylor by the throat before she could react, and she choked for air. "Quent, what are you talking about? What happened to Sharon—"

he continued, still teasing me. However, I turned solemn and told him, "Marley, I'm a divorced woman, and I've also had an abortion." I didn't look into his still-sparkling eyes because I felt some guilt eating into me. I didn't want to taint his pure, innocent soul with my tattered self. "We're not fit for each other." Marley didn't speak for a long time. I tried hiding my sigh of relief. As expected, it was easier to reject him if I was just honest and straightforward with him.

"What a feat! Olive certainly leveled up! Surely, Mr. Hartman is more distinguished than an artist. With a fiancé like that, why would she need to ruin a five-million-dollar painting just to make a point?" The relatives who had been putting me down and picking me apart earlier started beaming at me as they lauded me with praise. Yasmin interjected and insisted that there was no need for the manager to retrieve the security footage, but Aaron dismissed her. The employees did not waste time in retrieving the footage. Ten minutes later, they played it before the buzzing crowd. As it turned out, not long after I returned to the lounge, Yasmin had gone to retrieve the painting from the front desk

Francis take your wife to the guest room “ The king ordered After dinner was over the doctor had already come and said that she's not pregnant, the Queen and Francis were disappointed. Andrew and Thomas were happy even though they tried hard to appear saddened by the news, Xavier had no reaction, Tara didn't care and Sienna was just waiting to go home. Dinner ended and Xavier left with Tara and Sienna, on the queen's balcony. Queen Gloria’s eyes glittered coldly as she watched them leave. Soon, she promised herself. « Soon, the little flower would wither.»

He glanced between me and Dora, nodded like he understood something I didn't, and walked away. In the living room, Fiona was waiting. She gave me a practiced smile. "Catrina," she said, "I've let that maid and her daughter go. You can see it for yourself. We've ignored your feelings for too long. Will you come back?" I stayed silent again. But this time, Dora stepped up for me. "Grandma," she said softly, "give Mom some time. Please." Fiona nodded, then turned to the new maid. "Get the kitchen started. Cook her favorite, like grilled fish, lemon butter."

A smile I couldn’t hold back broke out on my lips. Today hadn’t started so well, but man it was going way better than I thought! I didn’t even waste a second. I nodded, as if I was being held at gunpoint. All that fear and shame that gripped me when he found us melted away, replaced by a flood of forbidden, sinful, and irresistible thoughts that consumed my mind.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

I was about to take another step, when he sounded. “I’m serious. Imagine two months of freedom?” Two months, and you’re free. Kill more people. Without Father’s fists. Without being watched like I was some ticking device waiting to explode. Then the whisper slid back in. Two months, and you’re free. Do whatever you want. I stilled. “What’s the job?” I asked again, slower this time. Liam didn’t answer immediately. He glanced at the tattooed guy. “Give us a minute.” The guy nodded and walked off without argument.

The pain was so intense it felt as if my flesh was exploding. As my consciousness began to drift, I noticed the floating numbers in front of my eyes rapidly decreasing. [Countdown: 24 hours, 27 minutes, 43 seconds.] [Countdown: 20 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds.] [Countdown: 15 hours, 39 minutes, 17 seconds.] … Finally, someone pulled Vanessa back, and she stopped. The timer froze at “4 hours, 1 minute, 25 seconds.” Ethan slowly walked over, looking down at me from his towering height.

It hit the desk with a soft slap. The document hit the desk with a soft slap. "Helen..." His voice was raw as he reached for me. "Can we start over? I'll give you everything. My assets. My shares. I just want you—" I tucked away my copy and stepped aside. "Mr. Dudley, don't make me even more disgusted than I already am." Then I walked into the bright morning sun without looking back. Liam's car waited at the bottom of the steps. He smiled, opened the passenger door, and handed me a warm black coffee.