Fifty Shades Of Grey As Told By Christian Book Novels & Stories

As for Christian, his face instantly became dark and horrible, as if he had eaten sh*t. “Why? Do you still want us to rally people?”

Lost in apparitions that I might not know something that can be unbearable for me. All I Could do is to be strong enough to bear the pain and not let it affect my mind but it seems impossible. I could feel it under my fingernails, the crumbling sensation. I have already made up my mind, after knowing everything, before breaking or taking out my agony. I will meet everyone who hides this from me. Christian is taking me somewhere, the drive was silent and after a long time, I found this silence crushing. We reached a graveyard, Christian walked out and so did I. I timidly stood beside him. He turned to me, he seemed scared.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

This is Book 2 from Book 1 Moments with My Devil. Thank you everyone that is continuing this journey with my characters 🥰 I appreciate all the support and I hope you enjoy reading to the end! Please leave gems to show your support of book. Ethan POV - We left that Hell in Worthington two months ago for a better life and now I wish we hadn't. I failed Alley and sitting here in this hospital after my best friend died in my arms, I knew that Christian was the only man that she could ever truly love. He was her soul mate and when you take away someone's soul there isn't anything left to them but a shell full of darkness.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

PENELOPE Christian and I spent the rest of the weekend, locked in our penthouse, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface‐though I'm not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were. Sex with Christian was sex like I'd never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something more darker, more depraved. He called me princess one moment and his whore the next.

Christian flinched so hard the chains shook. “Wrong answer.” “I swear!” “Names.” “I never met them!” “But you heard things.” Silence again. I could practically see the internal war happening inside him. Talk and die. Or refuse and suffer longer before dying anyway. Personally, I would have chosen the quicker option. Unfortunately for him, Christian was stubborn. Or stupid. Possibly both. “There's a woman,” he whispered finally. I stilled.“A woman?” I repeated. He nodded shakily. “She handles private clients.”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

Now, having moved far enough away Christian dared to shout madam, be more careful, don't be so irresponsible and tie that animal well. I have no fault that these noble beings do not want to hear from you, you probably have such a black heart that you only distill poison so that this little love of mine wants you away," she shouted with obvious disgust and looking at Christian over her shoulder with contempt, she pretended to get away from there leaving that perplexed.

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,