Fifty Shades Gray Novels & Stories

My lashes flutter, vision unfocused, but I tilt my head up just slightly. Blue eyes. Frantic. Angry.. Grayson. My lips part to say something, anything—but the world tips sideways. Then fades to black.

It was a symbol of everything she wanted to forget. The sleek glass façade of Gray's Company Building shimmered in the sunlight, its 27 stories towering over the bustling city below. Inside, the front hall exuded understated luxury, with elegant decor chosen to reflect the company's powerful reputation. It was said that Lucien Gray himself had designed the layout, each detail a testament to his impeccable taste.

Marina By one-thirty, I’ve officially changed outfits three times, cursed at my reflection twice, and stood by the window for a solid ten minutes like some suburban spy. The car is late. Of course it is. Because when you say yes to a sketchy, no-details, high-pay job that requires discretion, naturally they send a car that looks like it belongs in a mafia movie. Blacked-out windows. Sleek. Quiet. The kind of car that makes my whole street look suddenly seedier.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.

Every part of me wanted to cross the room, to wrap my arms around him and say I’m sorry but the words got lost somewhere between my throat and my pride. Instead, I whispered, “Goodnight.” He didn’t answer. I turned off the lights and stood in the dark, listening to his uneven breathing. Minutes stretched, the air heavy with everything unsaid. When I finally lay down, I heard him shift. The bed dipped, the warmth of his body close but not touching. A long moment passed before I felt it, his fingers brushing mine, tentative, trembling. I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. We lay there in silence, his touch small and fragile against the storm inside me and for the first time in a long time, I felt som

Gray walks to the closet to change and I did same too. **** Gray halts his car outside an abandoned warehouse. I thought he said it's a club. This place looks quiet except for the luxurious cars that designs the lot. " Where's this place ?" Gray smirks and chuckles and he unfasten his seatbelt. I did same too. I decide to wear a simple orange colored t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers because , Mr grumpy doesn't want me to wear a dress because he thinks i look hot. Gray steps out of his car and open my side door for me. I get out and look around. It's so dark outside and I can't hear a single sound or even music.

He crowded my right, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his straight pole—warm, velvet skin over steel hardness, fitting perfectly into my palm, pulsing with need. Latino’s degrading words sent fire running through my veins, making me double my effort. I sucked him twice harder and faster, hearing his groans and grunts fill the air. “Stroke me while you service my buds, sissy,” Ginger’s voice rang out with a cold command. “Feel how real men pack.” “Look at his tiny clit-dick go,” blond said with a mocking amusement playing in his voice as he watched me react under his control. “Twitching like a desperate little worm in heat.”

He keeps on lapping me hard. *************** I woke up from slumber, and went out to see Gray. I feel good and delighted. I searched for him in his office, yes he has an office here in his penthouse. He is busy scrolling on his desktop. I closed the door of his office. It's already five in the afternoon, I got to the kitchen and prepared the ingredients for the dish that I'm gonna cook later. I cooked our food and after cooking the dish, I prepared the table. It's exactly 6:00 in the evening when I am done in the kitchen. I washed my hand and go to his office. I knocked on his door, and opened it wider for me to get inside. He is getting up on his seat when I got inside the room. Let's have

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.