Fifty Shades Gray Novels & Stories

"Fully furnished living room, kitchen, a master bedroom, three extras all with attached..." "Do you like it?" Landon asked me while the other guy ranted on, moving his hands dramatically. "It's beautiful... just like the one Christian Grey had in fifty shades of grey..." I said thoughtlessly. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff?" "What? No, no, I swear... I mean I just... my friend made me watch it" I felt all my blood rush towards my face, and my cheeks burning.

Paul Screamed Mrs. Gray has no idea what to say so she decided to shit her mouth. "This is not you! My mother is not like this, my mom always fights for her children, for her childrens are her life. She can do anything for the happiness of her childrens but not like you who takes her love away and happiness of her daughter. You make her like a dead body, better kill Hope than this." Paul suddenly stops when His mom slaps him tight. . "Yes i took money from edward so what, He wanted Hope and Ryan breakup and I wanted to my both of childrens bright future that's why I have closed this story here." Mrs grey grabs his collar with her both hands.

"Come in, Sarah. Close it behind you." I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "I am quitting, Mr. Blackwood. What happened last night was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. Here is my letter." I tossed the paper on his desk. He did not even glance at it. Instead, he leaned back in his big leather chair and turned his computer screen toward me. My face went pale. There I was on the video, bent over his desk, screaming his name while he fucked me raw from behind. The sound was on. My own moans filled the room, loud and desperate.

The two had stayed in that position for half an hour before Sarah felt Gray's arms loosening. "Are you alright now?" Sarah asked as Gray released her hand. "Yeah." Gray looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry." "It's okay." Sarah softly chuckled. "So who's Sasha? Do we really look similar?" Gray shot her a fierce stare. "None of your business." "W-what?" Sarah scoffed. However, instead of answering Gray turned and walked away. "W-wait, I bought you hangover medicine." Gray never looked back. *** "Hey," Gray uttered as the door opened and revealed little Zia.

Chapter 2: Gothic Era Darkness. It welcomed me, it is so dark. I can't see and feel anything. Vague, can't sense even my body. I tried to open my eyes, but I just can't do it. The feeling of tiredness that's I've been feeling right now is terrible. I can't even name it. It feels like every vein inside of me is pumping and hurts like hell. In my second attempt, I finally win against the pain in my ass. Little by little, a light invade the sight of my eye.

Clearly, he had no interest in her life. Her heart pricked but she ignored it. She drew a sigh and managed to reach the bed. She took the lubricant and applied it. He exited the bathroom in time. Fully dressed he made his way towards the bed. She admired his silver eyes that were currently studying the new details in the room instead of studying his wife. She wondered how long she would have to wait to see love for her in those eyes. Gray had become her favorite color since the day she had seen those eyes. She wondered what his favorite color was. She hoped it was green.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

Undoubtedly, this woman knows how to get into Pyke’s nerves. “You don’t wanna know, Camila.” Her eyes gleam with deviltry. “Trust me, I’m dying to know who you are.” I also wanted to punch your nose for ruining our lunch date. “I’m Athena Gray, sweetheart,” she says with pride in her voice. A sudden coldness hits my core as soon as the word Gray sinks into my brain. My knees weaken, making me almost lost my balance. Pyke grabs my waist before I completely stumble to the floor.

“Good book?” Vincent wrapped a hand around his wife’s foot, flopping lazily in the air. Laid on her stomach, chin in her fist, she hardly seemed pregnant. Though Vincent knew better. She had a smell about her, certainly something he’d conjured on his own. A sweet smell. Her hormones mixing with his. Her breasts bulging from her shirt. Skin soft and sticky much the same way well-rested dough was. “Alias Grace. Ironic, I know.” Blue closed the book. Peered over her shoulder. Kicked against his hand playfully.

His cold, calculating eyes were pinned directly onto me, tracking the blood dripping from my lip and the chains holding me down. “Your boyfriend,” Grey repeated, his voice dangerously low, dropping like ice into the quiet basement. “The street-rat who leaked our family records? The one who took Reina’s money to systematically destroy your reputation?” A heavy, brutal tension settled over us. I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Nikolai’s manic smile didn’t fade, but I saw his jaw clench tightly. “He did what he was paid to do,” Nikolai said, his tone suddenly shifting, dropping into something cold and terrifyingly defensive. He took