Fifty Shades Novelas e Histórias

“What the hell did you do?” “I didn’t do anything,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” And for some reason I don’t know, panic kickstarted in my heart. My thoughts racing. He turned the phone toward me. A page had loaded. Dark themed. At the top, in bold: ELITE BROTHERHOOD “What is that?” I asked, my voice lower now. Tyler let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” He stared at me for a second longer, like he was trying to confirm I wasn’t joking.

Sharon smiled and told Frederick, "Don't worry about serving me anything, brother. I'll transfer 1 million dollars to you now, and if you manage it well, I'll give you another. But I hope Remy doesn't find out. He keeps loading my account with money and wonders why I don't spend it on ordering shoes and bags to look nice for him."

I spotted Luca across the room, and the look I gave him was enough to let him know I’d deal with his misinformation later. That’s when I saw her. One girl. Just one. But she wasn’t like the others. Something about her pulled at me something I didn’t recognize, and didn’t like. Her eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, I saw fire. Not the kind that warned me to stay away… but the kind I wanted to extinguish, slowly and completely. Before I even realized what I was doing, the words left my mouth. “Fifty million.” Silence followed. Stunned, hollow silence. Everyone turned to stare. But no one dared to challenge me.

He then moves back a bit, as though he has come to a realization of sorts and my eyebrows furrow together. "The woman at the mall," He starts slowly, "Describe her to me." I blink and avert my eyes from his face, "W-Well, she had dark hair and looks very young. Exceptionally beautiful and she was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5' 3"? 5' 4"? Her clothes scream expensive but she has great taste." Anthony lets out a soft chuckle and I feel fingers on my jaw pulling my gaze back to him, "And you aren't jealous?"

“You’re here to cook, not to play detective.” But deep down, that little voice one that always got me in trouble — whispered Yeah, but don’t you want to know? Why does Domenico wear shades in the house? Why does Alessandro act like everyone is a threat? Why does this mansion feel like a golden cage? And why, oh why, does my bank account now have five figures sitting in it after just one day? I sighed again, pushing up to my feet. Lunch was done. Counters were clean.

He looked forward to watching that one again to confirm that number. Then there was one called Carol's Wedding. He didn't recognize this one... but it was definitely Dottie's writing on the tape. It made him wonder whether it was just his daughter (Sheila's Mother) getting married, or perhaps but unlikely, something naughtier. The last video he did remember. It was simply called Dottie's 50th. This title worked on two levels. One: it was her fiftieth birthday. Two: she took fifty different dicks and their loads in all three of her holes. Fifty-one if he included himself... twice... one before the massive gangbang, and a second one after all fifty men had unloaded and left.

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

I get it from the back of my head. One of them taps the sensor on his earpod and mumbles, then nods for me to get in. Calm, even though I’m freaking the hell out, I walk into the devil’s den. It's soaked in sin. Smoke, the stench of hard liquor, loud moans, and crazy music diffuse in the air. A section has big fishes gambling their lives away, another is for freaks lusting in orgy parties. “Camela?” A lady comes forward. She is exactly as the picture portrays. Sasha.

I rode overnight in the cheapest coach seat I could get to negotiate a deal for the company. Sticking strictly to the company's meal allowance, I treated the client, Caelum Worthington, to a 10-dollar takeout meal. I never expected us to hit it off so well that he started calling me "Bro" on the spot. He took me straight to the most exclusive club in the city and dropped 50,000 dollars on the full VIP treatment. When I returned to the office, I only submitted a few takeout-meal receipts for reimbursement. Then, out of nowhere, my boss, Oscar Richmond, threw the 50,000-dollar bill from the club right in my face. "You went to negotiate with a client, and you let him pay to entertain you?

“I want that cunt pointed straight up so every drop stays deep inside you.” Sara whimpered as her body was bent into the obscene position. Her swollen pussy and tight asshole were completely exposed to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Eden Bay skyline. Anyone working late in the opposite building could look across and see her getting ruined. Mr. Vance slapped his heavy cock against her cum-leaking slit.