Fifty Shades Of Grey By Christian Novels & Stories

She looked at me shamelessly as she traced a finger from my shoulder and down, I swallowed. “He's so eager to please Knows the right frequencies Worships me slowly Tells me I'm his only They say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite color” She opened the sunroof and stood up, screaming the lyrics, “Oh oh, grey's my favorite color Oh oh, they say he's morally grey What can I say? Grey's my favorite-” As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I turned the volume down and she sat back glaring at me, “Why is my knight so grumpy?!” She pouted.

“If we want an arrangement, we should at least know each other.” Daniel chocked on his whiskey. He put down his glass and coughed a few times and then he was laughing, his voice making me shudder. It was deep and throaty and deliciously masculine. “Jesus, Grace!” he said once his laughter died down. “Do I look like Christian Grey to you? I don’t just want an arrangement with you, I want to…how do I put it…date you? Which mean we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

The cold, metallic scent of the elevator car seemed to crystallize as the final remnants of the Grayson-Bishop marriage shattered. Xavier Grayson had entered this space fueled by a primal rage, convinced that Chloe Bishop was the one who had repeatedly crossed the line, but her calm, transactional surrender had left him with a hollow, bitter victory.

Who the hell is this guy? He goes silent and hesitates for a while. "And rule number 5?," I ask him, lightly biting my lower lip nervously. His sharp stare goes down to my wet lips. "Rule number 5! Stop biting your damn lips all the time!" What! Is this some fifty shades of grey or something! Anna, don't bite your lip! Who the hell does he think he is! Christian Grey! "Why does biting my lips bother you?" He bursts into a wild laugh. The first time I see him not acting all serious and stern.

Yep he and Chrissy weren't far part but Xavier had the tendency to be taller than 6ft as he was still growing. He tilted up my chin so I looked into those blue swimming pools of his. "You're really cute Rei." he said softly "I seriously want to tie you on my bed and take you right now." Run! No wait he might kill me.....Scratch that plan....um....stay calm and.....RUN! I blushed and shivered at the last part of that sentence. I swear I definitely just saw Christian Grey in him!

"It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a book of yours. I'm trying to say that I could search for any phrase I'm saying tonight and I would find it on g****e, like the speech of a character. That's too much, Tasha. I'm not kidding. I really think too much what writers can do for other people. I've heard many stories of people in depression who were cured by finding help in the books, even those that most people consider a bullshit that should not have been written. You're awesome!” I agreed with him. In one of the worst phases of my life, it was an inconsequential love for Fifty Shades of Grey that took me out o

Elizabeth quietly opened the door and peeked inside. Christian was exercising topless and wearing a pair of exercise shorts. Sweat glistened on his back, showing off his muscles. He was beautifully fit and he was like a walking embodiment of pheromones. Nobody could take their eyes off him. What a handsome man… She closed the door lightly but it made a sound, startling Christian who was inside. In a glimpse, he saw Elizabeth at the door. Christian’s eyes narrowed and he stared intensely at her. There was an air of danger surrounding him that would have made people shudder.

’ I pull the mail from my sent box. My mind is unravelling. I’m saying and doing things of unimaginable crudeness and I don’t notice until minutes later. Suppose I don’t notice? Can I be sure I always pick up on my shamelessness and include a quick addendum to soften it? How many have I missed? Have colleagues begun to talk about me? It doesn’t matter. I feel such a sense of release since I’ve become a raunchy goddess, and am no longer the dreadful unfulfilled precocious brat I was brought up to be. My boss may not echo that sentiment. I feel as though I’ve done no decent work in weeks. Is that why Christianity is good for capitalism? You work harder when repressed. One day!!! One day I’ll d

It was almost noon and she was famished and tired. Williams stood at the church exit and watched as Lindsey modelled her way to the exit He had never seen a church uniform look as good. The black long-sleeved top with a white sleeve was tucked in her black flared skirt that ended at her knees and inside were her black pulling socks. The long heels elevated her short height and each step she took was with determination.

“It's late…why are you here?” Christian asked and tried certainly to keep his distance from Shania. Even if he was wearing a mask and gloves. He was afraid of her finding out his identity. He already gave it up, but the idea of telling her didn't seem fit. “What? Is it a problem?” She asked and slowly rose to her feet. Christian scanned her from head to toe, and she was wearing a black long coat. Her hair was a bit messy, but she had never looked more sexy. Or was it just the dim lights? No, he shook his head to get it together.