Fifty Shades Of Black 2016 Novels & Stories

"Sir my partner is here, she will see to the rest." "I can't stay any longer, my meeting will start now. Any doubts don't hesitate to ask Ryan. Also take your advance from him." that voice, it felt like I have heard it before. "Bella, Mr. Blackwood didn't like the black and white design." she said looking sad. "I can make better ones and I will show it by tomorrow evening." I can't let this deal go, I will work harder. "No ma'am what your partner meant is that Mr. Blackwood likes the black, purple and gold one. He insisted on using that only. The deal is final."

Maybe you’re trying to make up for it,' my wolf, Blaze, murmurs. I ignore him. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. The auctioneer’s voice cracks while poking his finger in one of his ear. “Pardon me sir… are you sure you said ten million dollars?” “You heard me.” I inhale slowly, letting the cigarette burn between my fingers. “Unless your ears don’t work.” Suddenly, a ripple of shock, fear, and disbelief tears through the crowd... “It can’t be—” “Who?!” “Shawn Black—”

"Fine. I won't." We got to his place and I dropped onto the bed the moment we were inside, groaning into the pillow. Then something slipped into my head and I sat up. "Wait, didn't Blackwood Industry drop a trailer for that new movie today?" Kelvin didn't respond. I was already reaching for my phone. I pulled up the clip and immediately rolled my eyes when Miranda appeared on screen, crying with all the subtlety of a stage performance. "Ugh. Poor acting," I muttered, already half-scrolling away.

The ballroom lights dimmed just enough to cast a golden hue across the hushed crowd. The screen above the stage flickered, and then—like a guillotine slicing through expectation—the first image appeared. A photo of Sebastian Blackmoor. In bed. With a woman easily twice his age, draped in diamonds and silk, her lipstick smeared and her champagne glass half-empty on the nightstand. Gasps erupted. Then came the second photo. And the third. A parade of wealthy women, powerful matrons of old-money families, caught in Sebastian’s web. Every image was timestamped. Dated. Labeled with names that made the ballroom quake—senators’ wives, European nobility, and a tech magnate’s widow.

If the rest of the company ran that tightly, no wonder Edouard Laurent skipped over his son and handed Ashton the reins. ‘I should probably learn from the man,’ I muttered. I drained the cup, stretched, then stood. Time to get back to work. Real work this time. Back at Nyx Collective, the office was buzzing. The Venice Film Festival had just kicked off. Eliza Black had hit the red carpet that afternoon in Italy, which meant here in Skyline, photos were dropping right as everyone headed for lunch. She wore a floor-length gold strapless gown with Violet Lin’s set. It screamed big-budget makeover.

He went down to the terrace, the night wind cold against his face. From here he could see the city lights stretching endlessly, a reminder of the empire he controlled. Blackwood Enterprises was unshakable. But he wasn’t sure he was anymore. His phone buzzed. Damian pulled it from his pocket, expecting Reed with a report or perhaps Gregory checking in. Instead, his screen lit with a headline notification. Vanessa Hart stuns in silk gown as whispers of Blackwood heir intensify.

Blond pushed up from beneath while Latino ground down, their movements perfectly in sync, overwhelming me with the force and intensity of it all as my guts rearranged around their superiority. Before we knew it, the crowd swelled to about ten people, phones out to capture the moment, their cheers deafening. “DP that faggot!” “Wreck his shithole.” “Cum dump for college kings!” Sweat poured off us, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other, our moans, grunts mingling with the noise from the crowd. I didn’t even know where my thong got tossed. My little dick flopped uselessly, spurting a weak hands-free load onto Blond’s abs from the prostrate pounding alone.

Forever. Louisa had just arrived at the estate with a trailer of decor accessories. In a pair of decently destroyed skinny jeans and ankle boots, all beneath an oversized, flowered blouse, she felt a new air. She felt like a whole different person. A new person. She wore her dark D$G shades ready to embark on what she knew best. "Get them all inside." She ordered the four hefty men who drove with her from the store. Customer service, they said, plus a twenty percent discount for all her purchases. How had she not noticed that furniture store ere long? Nerry's midnight Mercedes pulled up a minute later.