Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

I took the remote for the sound system and pressed play, I wanted really loud music to be playing because I knew what I wanted to do. It was pure coincidence that Love me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding from the movie Fifty Shades of Grey was playing. Because God knows how much I wanted to be a Christian Grey right now minus all the beatings and cuffs. "I love this song." she said without thinking. I smiled and moved close to her and kissed her hard. She responded immediately. "I love you." I said just before I pushed her on the bed fully and kissing her again. I didn't want to give her even a second to talk because I know it would stop what I wanted to happen.

But I can't tell these two coz they'll think I'm snoopy and I like him. I sink back on the seat and continue to munch on the oreos. "Harry was mean to Tessa," Karla says in delight. "Look where they ended!" "Who are those?" I ask obliviously. "Oh My God!" She almost causes an accident due to shock. "You've not read AFTER?" I roll my eyes. "What's that?" Why is she making such a big deal? "It's the most famous wattpad book!" Karla groans in frustration. "We are so NOT friends, Camilla Clarkson!"

"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."

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

Dirty water soaked straight through his expensive dress pants. The old Ronin would've lost it over a puddle like this. Now, he didn't even try to get up. He just grabbed for the hem of my skirt. I stood there, staring down at him as he sat drenched in filthy water. It felt way too familiar. Six years ago, on that stormy night, he'd looked down at me the same way while I knelt in the mud. As if tossing scraps to a stray, he'd acted like his fifty grand had bought five years of my dignity—and half my life.

" Whips and chains? What is this , Fifty Shades Of Grey?" " Oh so you've watched the movie?" My fingers intertwine like ivy tendrils as I clasp my hands in front of me, eyes glimmering at the saucy revelation of Amanda watching one of the most kinkiest BDSM movies ever made. I wonder what else she's been watching besides erotic films. " I read the book," I raised a teasing eyebrow at that defensive excuse.

“And the most interesting part about it is that it has its kitchen in every room and there are about 7 rooms in this penthouse.” “No way..” Michael exclaimed as he stared up at the chandelier and we all looked outside the window. “This is fucking paradise up here, man.. You outdid yourself this must have cost an arm and a leg.” I said and he nodded, and his brows danced in mock surprise. “But it is all fine. I mean I work for a man called “Mr Mateo Caden” so I should be good.” We all chuckled and shook hands. “Y’all freshen up.. We gotta club tonight or do something fun at least, yeah?”

"Fifty thousand dollars a month to be our favorite toy. Say it. Say you want it." "i want it! ahhh! yes! give it to me! i want the money! oh god, fuck me harder! mmm-nnn-gh... yes... right there... ohhh shittt!" All the shame from earlier had flow out of the windows— flushed down the drain. all that was left on any was just... want, need, desperate need for more pleasure.

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

I open my mouth to say that we’ll probably end up watching a movie that sucks for both of us, but he beats me to it. “And if the movie sucks, it will be entirely your fault. Now start mentally repeating the alphabet.” I decide not to argue because otherwise, we won’t watch that movie, and I do as he says. “Stop!” he exclaims at some point. “What letter?” Since I don’t remember the last letter, I randomly say, “F.” I think he knows I’m lying because he gives me a strange look, but he doesn’t respond and writes down the letter. The first movie that comes up is Fifty Shades of Grey.