Fifty Shades Freed Novels & Stories

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" "Because he cheated on me." Melinda's face went pale, and she couldn't say another word. Ronald furrowed his brow, still unable to comprehend. "Is there some misunderstanding? You've been close since childhood. How could Chandler—" "I'm sorry," Chandler interrupted, his eyes red and bloodshot as he looked directly at me. His voice was raspy, pleading. "Please, can you forgive me?" The table was deathly quiet, and I simply shook my head.

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

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.

I browsed through the movie channels and settled on 'Fifty Shades Freed' as I stuffed my face with popcorn. A knock came to the door. I got up and opened it and in walked Christian. "Christian, what are you doing here?" I asked him. "How was your date? It ended well?" "Yes it did. He's a perfect gentleman. In fact, he would be taking me out soon again." Christian chuckled. "You wouldn't be seeing him again." "You can't tell me what to do. You're not the boss of me. You may own my body for a year but you don't own me completely!" I was getting annoyed by his controlling words.

Nevertheless, I would not let either of them off easy. The next day, I took a cab to the mall where Sheena worked. I spotted her at the luxury boutique, wearing a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and sheer black stockings. Her tall figure and pretty face made it easy to see why she had caught Caleb's attention. "Welcome, how may I help... Harper Smith?" She started with her rehearsed greeting, bowing slightly, but froze when she recognized me. "Surprised it's me and not Caleb?" I asked coldly.

Hope of freedom glimmering in her eyes. I knew I was too dark for her. We didn't fit; she was too sweet and angelic and I… I was shadows, gray, maybe even a devil. I knew she would hate me for what I was about to say, but I didn't care. I said it anyway. “Let me fck you, Mila. Let me have you tonight, and I’ll set you free.”

Nods of ascent all around, and a few chuckles could be heard. “We have all had a few days off from training, and all should be rested. We will start back with the midnight shift tonight.” The crowd were divided on this, and Katalea could see Jade looking conspiratorially at her mate. “I have one more thing to share this morning, the real reason I called you all here.” She turned as the ferry docked. The ferry master himself hopped out, waving to the crowd, and made a show of securing it to the dock. A long canvas had been secured with ropes along the side. The ferry master hastened back up the gangplank, theatrically climbed to the main knot and with one tug, released the canvas. In l

It’s your whole body fogging up the glass, your boobs smushed like pancakes, while Kenneth takes you like he’s reclaiming a nation. ‘But what if he’s almost done?’ Freya asked. Inner Devil: ‘Girl, once those clothes hit the floor, it’s game over! Go! Seduce him!’ Freya gulped at their suggestions. Her throat quickly felt paper-dry. Slowly, she got off the bed, but when she heard the shower stop, Freya quickened her pace. Once she entered the bathroom, she saw Kenneth’s naked silhouette through the frosted glass shower door, and damn—Freya thought her core throbbed.

FaceTime with me when you're free. "Am I free?" I asked. I wanted to hear the end of her story. "I don't see a hard dick, so I'd say you're free. Would you like some privacy?" "My slaves arranged for your presence and are paying for it at some future point. They should see what they paid for." Dawn nodded and I initiated the FaceTime. Lisa and Julia were lying naked on their stomachs on the bed, their heads at the foot of the bed. Dawn and I were lying the right way, Dawn was cuddled against my side. My phone showed me she was visible to my slaves.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End