Fifty Shades Freed Novels & Stories

This folder contains several papers, and one of them, Jonathan hands it to me. "Read it and ask what you want to know." We sit on the bed, facing each other, in a Buddha shape. I read the contract. I remember how I was so curious to have one of these at the time of the acclaimed film 50 Shades of Grey. "Right, bondage?" "All kinds of restraints. Ropes, handcuffs, ties..." "I like that." He smiles. I continue. "Ageplay?" "You're not ready for that." "Pet Play?"

But Frederick casually remarked, "You seem a bit old. You're nearly thirty, right? Won't it be saggy?" Queenie nearly choked when she heard his words. How could he reject her, a glamorous celebrity?! This wasn't how she had imagined it at all! Suppressing her inner frustration, she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Lester, I take good care of myself and my figure. It isn't saggy! My body’s just like that of a woman in her early twenties!" Frederick smirked. "Alright, then. Take off your clothes." With renewed determination, Queenie began to remove each piece of clothing. She deliberately did it slowly, aiming to arouse Frederick's primal desires. She stripped until she was completely naked, skil

“Yeah, but I don’t like the pricier ones. Get me those who are at 200 dollars each… Thank you. Hurry up and get them here.” After the call ended, Freya approached Rodney and stripped him naked with a grin. When she had almost removed all his clothes, her face flushed, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Little did she expect that this man would be so hunky. However, since he was blind, she would get some fantastic women to keep him company. Ten minutes later, five extraordinary-looking women appeared at the door. Freya handed some notes to them before she left happily. As soon as she returned to Hackett Institute, she gave a reporter a call. “Hey, are you from Gossip Hive? I have some

“Fine! I’ll go to Freedonia and deal with Kenneth myself!” She stormed out. Back at her office, she had everything investigated. When Geneva confirmed Kenneth was indeed the new majority shareholder, Freya said: “Geneva, pack your things. We’re going to Freedonia.” “F-Freedonia?” Geneva squeaked. “Do they have oatmeal over there?” Meanwhile, the inner devils stayed quiet—for now. They were conserving energy. But one thing was certain: Freedonia would not know what hit it! Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men!’

After collecting the money, she turned around. "You can buy it or get it for free. Fifty Temptations, get your free samples now! Share the best thing with the person you love most and let your passion burn into the night!" She had already sold over thirty boxes excluding those she gave out. She hollered while despising these men in her heart. As she was searching for more customers, a black pair of shiny leather shoes came into view. Without looking up, she spoke instinctively. "Sir, do you know Fifty Shades of Grey? It's a very famous movie! Pradies Inc's Fifty Temptations…"

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

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.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

I didn’t make the effort to check I just switched my phone off. I stopped the car abruptly when I almost hit this woman. I got down quickly to help her. “I’m so sorry” I apologize helping her help from her shock fall. “No. I am sorry” Before I could comprehend what she meant I feel a fabric cover my nose and mouth making it hard to breath. I go unconscious. **************** A/N: the rest of the book will be in third person **************** Freya groans feeling suffocated in the space she is in. She moves to unfold the fabric blocking her sense of sight but her hands and legs have been tied together. She can’t talk either because her mouth is also blocked.

he said as he threw the paper on the table once again, but this time right in front of me. I picked up the pen and opened the file with a smile on my face. Twenty‑five million — did he really think I was that stupid? If he could afford to buy Melinda a necklace worth 30 million, he could afford more to buy her freedom. Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze.