Fifty Shades In Order Novels & Stories

An order is an order. The first dress falls, the fabric pooling at the girl's feet. My body goes numb as I watch Nina, in front of me, strip off her bra. The sound of the fabric hitting the marble floor feels like a drumbeat in my ears, and I hear the low, lecherous chuckles from the men below. This can’t be real. This is not happening. The next few dresses fall away, one by one. The space feels smaller, more suffocating with each passing second. My hands tremble at my sides, but I remain still, unwilling to move.

I paused for a second as it felt like I had walked straight into a blue film. Ethan and Mason were in bed, both dressed in matching black panties, kissing slowly and deeply. Mason was taller, broader, with shorter brown hair and a runner’s build. They broke the kiss when they saw me, and Ethan’s face lit up. It was as though he knew I’d come. “Lie back,” he said, a seductive grin on his face as he patted the bed. “Get comfortable.” I did, settling in just right between the two of them. What happened next was something I’d never experienced. Something that made me glad I agreed to this arrangement.

Then, he pinned both of my wrists above my head against the cold glass. “You’re going to stay here tonight, Clara. And you’re going to pay your brother’s debt… in full.” “Julian, please—” “Don’t beg yet,” he growled, his hand sliding down to the zipper of my dress. “I haven’t even started to collect.” The zipper of my dress hissed as Julian dragged it down. The cool air of the penthouse hit my bare skin, making my body shiver instantly. A dark, satisfied smirk crossed his face as the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black lace underwear.

Following his hand, it was then I noticed that they had a total of five rows. My jaw tightened as I followed the direction of his hand. There were five rows, all aligned perfectly, stretching forward with an order that didn’t sit right with me. The whole fucking setting didn’t sit well with me. I stood behind the last person in the row. The more I looked around, the more I realized that the people around were just a bunch of vulnerable people like me. I even spotted a girl who was quivering. Not to mention the animal-masked people who were positioned at every corner of the place.

Some put their ass back and some moved it slightly, putting focus on their behind. "In exactly five seconds, you are all going to turn around." Adrian ordered loudly to all the girls. My face drained of colour. "You better make your mind up quickly." He whispered next whilst his fingers found my zipper. Oh God. Shit. No. "Five." He zipped my zipper down. My heart rate spiked. "Four." His fingers slid inside my jeans. I swallow heavily. "Three." His other hand wound around my neck. Shit. "Two." His fingers moved over my underwear. A girl close to us moaned.

Really really hot. Zanvil immediately bent down and removed her top while kissing her exposed skin. No matter how much he touched her it wasn't enough. He then unhooked her bra with urgency. Nora laid there half naked. She tried to turn around and hide her nakedness but he didn't let her. He pinned her both hands with one hand and slammed his lips on her. While kissing her his other hand caught her left breast.

Amina leaned towards the wall, shaking. Adrian stood nearby. Waiting. Knowing what came next. She lifted her head slowly. “How many?”. His expression tightened. “Don't.”. Have you ever done this? Silence. Then: “Fifty-six.”. The number smashed like a hard rock. She stared. “This is cycle fifty-six.”. Her body went numb. Fifty-six lives. Fifty-six versions. Fifty-six endings. All leading here. All erased. All replaced. She swallowed against rising nausea.

Lights out came early. Darkness settled, broken only by thin strips of emergency light along the floor. Bodies shifted. Someone coughed. Someone whispered a name that went unanswered. Elias lay on his back, hands folded over his stomach, muscles aching in places he hadn’t realized could ache. He closed his eyes. The day replayed in fragments. The bins. The uniform. The smell of disinfectant. The clipboard scratching ink.

He smacks her butt, making her yelp. She does as said anyway. Her legs were in the air as she expanded as much as she could. She somehow forgot the mechanism of the rod that was in his hold. Aaron quickly places the expanded rod between her parted ankles and locks it. He then connects her leather cuffs of the ankles to the rod. "Remember the Fifty shades of grey movie? You got some good ass toys with you, Ravine." Says the man as she comes to realise. The more she tries to struggle, the more her legs get locked away further apart.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner