Fifty Shades Of Gray Book Novels & Stories

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

“Gentle? Little bird, I didn’t pay five thousand dollars for gentle. I paid for a girl I can ruin. I paid for this.” He grabbed the neckline of my black gown and ripped. The sound of the fabric tearing felt like a scream in the quiet room. The dress fell to my waist, leaving me shivering and exposed. His gaze dropped to my chest, and I saw his jaw tighten. “God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice sounding like gravel. I tried to cover myself with my hands, my face burning with shame, but he caught my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head against the door.

Every part of me wanted to cross the room, to wrap my arms around him and say I’m sorry but the words got lost somewhere between my throat and my pride. Instead, I whispered, “Goodnight.” He didn’t answer. I turned off the lights and stood in the dark, listening to his uneven breathing. Minutes stretched, the air heavy with everything unsaid. When I finally lay down, I heard him shift. The bed dipped, the warmth of his body close but not touching. A long moment passed before I felt it, his fingers brushing mine, tentative, trembling. I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. We lay there in silence, his touch small and fragile against the storm inside me and for the first time in a long time, I felt som

Lovia's pov; The scent of leather and ash lingered in the room, thick with the tension of shared secrets and whispered sins. Shane stood by the window, shirtless, his cigarette burning slow between two fingers as the city skyline reflected off his chest like a battlefield of scars and lust. He didn’t speak yet—he never did until the silence had wrapped itself around me as if it was a second skin. I sat cross-legged on the bed, silk robe slipping dangerously off my shoulders, a glass of red wine balanced on my thigh.

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall. “2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest? I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail, I waited for his arrival. “Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to our room and grabbed the latest book he got me. I returned to the living room and tried my best to distract myself. “Fifty Shades of Grey is one heck of a book.” It's just weird how people term this as sexuality.

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

"Only three we could trace, five are still in open. But the search is going on and these five aren't really dangerous. So there's no hurry." "You should have told me." I scolded, turning back to my phone. Still a little pissed on him and his previous choice of girlfriend. Well, at least he upgraded! "Are you angry on me?" He asked, coming closer to me. I shrugged in response. He peeked through my shoulder to see what I was doing. "Is that the book app which you're extremely addicted to?" I nodded my head. "What's the name?" "Don’t want to tell." "Ugh. Fine. Can you read 50 Shades of Grey on it?" He asked, looking intently as I surfed through the What's Hot list.