Fifty Shades Gray Novels & Stories

I made her understand. "Okay," I sighed as she understood me. "What you're doing?" I asked. "I was searching for movies on N*****x. I'm not understanding what to watch, getting bore." I grinned mischievously as something came into mind. "Watch fifty shades of grey. You'll get to know more about the BDSM relationship." I suggested, smirking.

Her eyes go to Gray, then back to me, as if she’s picked up on our exchange. “I can teach you a few moves, if you wanna catch up?” I offer Hannah, waggling my eyebrows. I’m just kidding around, but she’s not amused. “Fuck off,” Hannah mumbles, folding her arms across her chest and kicking the ground. Vienna and I exchange wide-eyed glances, both clearly feeling like Hannah’s overreacting, but we don’t poke the bear anymore. Gray steps forward, and my attention returns to him in laser-focus. He’s so damn sexy, with his perfectly tanned skin and his broad shoulders. He’s got a five o’clock shadow of stubble on his jawline, which only adds to his rugged appeal.

"Ah...it hurts...ahh..." Gray could only squeeze his shoulders, chest and auburn hair bouncing to the beat of his push. Then he lifted his hips high and pressed inside her as hard as he could. He pushed himself inside of her a few more times, then fell on the bed feeling guilty and spending it all. Gray Danvers took him in his arms and kissed him lightly on his sweaty face. One last day until Agasa returns... ___

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

I smiled, nodding in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that things were finally coming together. The Realtor approached Grayson, handing him a stack of documents. I watched as Grayson carefully signed the papers, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, something caught my eye—a name on the document that wasn’t his. It was Zendaya’s name. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Grayson was signing over the penthouse in her name. A few pages later, he signed another document, this time putting the building in Zenith’s name.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

A small, intimate table for two, positioned near the edge of the roof with the best view of the city. Shayla stood near the entrance, her breath taken away by the sheer romance of it all. She wore a flowing emerald green dress that hugged her curves before flaring out at the waist, the silk fabric catching the candlelight. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and she had kept her makeup simple but elegant. "Gray," she breathed, turning to look at him with wide eyes. "This is..." "Too much?" Grayson asked, though he was smiling. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tailored black suit, the jacket fitted perfectly to his broad shoulders.

Mia “Let me get this straight. You’ll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” Mia asked the two hot guys in front of her. “No,” one of them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.” “They’re gray and not that enchanting.” “They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.” Oh brother. Where is this going?

Something was disturbing her and I needed to know what it was. "Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?" She nodded and stared at my face. She slowly crawled to the backseat using the space from the front. I stared at her from the rearview driver's window and she didn't break eye contact with me. I smirked. "What do you want, you crazy lady?" Slowly she took off her shirt and I was watching from the glass while still driving. Thank God the windows are all tinted. "You know how crazy we used to be, right? How would we have sex at every given time? I miss that.. I miss having you slut me out and treating me like a whore, your whore.. Now, you have become rather soft.. Too soft."

Kristopher was drooling over Hope when he was interrupted by Christian Valentino who can't stop staring at the black beauty in front of him as he spoke, "the death of me." Hope, from the corner of her eye, saw Kristopher and winked in his direction while he could not stop but stared at her. She was so feisty tonight. Wearing a red knee-length dress, a soft makeup on her face but the red lips stole the show. Red and black... the hottest colours when it comes to the choice of women. Amelia looked happy... so beautiful. "We are going to get laid tonight!" Hope spoke in a loud voice and Kristopher somehow seemed to listen when he with furrowed brows asked, "What the hell is she talking about?"