Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

“Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question” “Just say so and we will skip that question” I said and she nods. “Okay, first off, favorite color?” She asks. “Blue or probably black. Favorite movie?” I said. “Hawkeye. Favorite song?” “Believer by Imagine Dragons. Meat or Vegetable?” “Meat. Favorite food?” “Spaghetti. Genre of music?” “Pop. Books or movies?” “Movies. Hobby?” “Writing. How about you tell me more about you?” She asks.

My cheeks filled with heat and I shushed her, “can I leave now?” “Yeah, right after you tell me your ‘Mr. Grey’s’ name,” she referenced her favorite book series; fifty shades. “Hell no,” I hissed, shoving her aside and pulling the door open. “Fine, keep your secrets, I know enough anyways,” she threw me a dirty wink just before I shut the door behind me.

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

“Fred, did the main system crash over there, answer me.” Nobody answered. The neon-green box on my laptop screen began to flash rapidly, and then a large white number appeared right in the center of the display. I froze, my hand stopping in mid-air as my eyes focused on the digits. The screen read exactly fifty million dollars. “What is this?” I whispered to myself, my mouth falling completely open as my scotch glass froze halfway to my lips. “Fifty million, is this some kind of stupid joke or a system glitch?” “It is not a glitch, Marcy,” a dark, heavily distorted digital voice suddenly exploded from my computer speakers, making me stagger backward against my leather chair.

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

"Gemma, the wedding is off." He carried her to the car and sped toward the hospital without another word. Gemma shattered completely. She grabbed Sloane by the arms and screamed. "You ruined my wedding." Sloane shoved her off. "Gemma, it was a 500-dollar wedding. What exactly were you expecting?" Her expression was pure contempt. "You thought 500 dollars was going to get you something that looks like a 100,000-dollar event? Dream on." That was the last thread holding Gemma together. She lunged at Sloane like a woman possessed, tearing at her and slapping her across the face again and again. Sloane fought back without hesitation, kicking Gemma to the ground, then turning on her heel to head f

Belle walked into Midnight Sins for revenge — to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. One night with Zack changed everything. He doesn’t do gentle. In the dark corners of the club, he claims her completely, turning her plan into pure addiction. What started as revenge becomes thirty nights of twisted games, public encounters, and rough domination she can’t escape. But Zack isn’t the only one who wants her. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all circle her. Zack, however, is dangerously possessive. He won’t share what’s his. She came to break him. Now the monster is breaking her — body and soul. Welcome to Midnight Sins, where good girls get completely ruined and reven

Clara said and with that, they both parted ways. Lindsey was almost done with her makeup when her phone began to ring and Joyce helped pass the phone to her. "I'm almost done just give me..." "Hi ma'am, this is Janice from Fenty, speaking," Lindsey frowned her brows as she lowered the phone to look at the caller ID, she had thought it was Keith so she didn't bother checking. She studied the number that was displayed on her phone for a while before she placed it back on her ear. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly," Lindsey said politely. "I'm Janice from Fenty," Janice repeated. "Okay, miss Janice, is there any problem?" Lindsey asked, she was familiar with Fenty since it was one of

I turn and quickly sprint but quickly collapse from being too tired after running already. I try to stand as quickly as I can but I'm unable to stand up fast enough. Brittany quickly tackles me to the ground, turning me on my back. Brittany lets out a bloodcurdling scream directly in my face, blood from her mouth squirts all over my face. I struggle to get out of Brittany's grasp as her grips get tighter and tighter.

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."