Fifty Shades Of Grey Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

"Show me how much you want this. I know you’ve been watching me too." I do not know what to do, my body is doing things my mind told it not to. “Yes, Amelia. Give in, let me watch you break." I lose track of where I'm, the cameras and the office do not matter. I feel pressure between my thighs. My head falls back and I start to shake. “Almost there, don’t hold back," he growls. Everything goes blurry, a wave of pleasure hits me. I cry out loud, my body shakes as I collapse back into the chair, feeling weak.

She could still feel it, about as confused as a Victorian woman being told sexual frustration was hysteria. The rush of it all, being ushered into a quiet room. Christian had sat opposite, a camera staring her in the face, his blonde, cropped hair blending in with the pale wall as she stared into a steadily-flashing red light. He smiled an encouraging smile, aged face creasing from the weight of it. And those dark brown eyes that looked like tiny weights were hanging from the outer corners stared. “Tell the camera what you told me.” He had instructed, sunk back in a plastic school chair with a small smile far too satisfied for her liking. But he had only half a mind for it.

He immediately took a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. I didn't bother to make any comments again and kept all thoughts to my self as we ate the rest of the dinner in silence. After clearing the table and tidying up the kitchen,we both assembled in the living room as we watched fifty shades of grey. I've seen this movie like fifty times but something about it keeps me intrigued. "Lame"Alex comments. "Huh?"I glare at him. "These romance movies are always lame, let's watch something better"He has definitely lost his mind.

Kavya said with a bright smile Both ate their food and then settled on the movie room couch. "what you want to watch?" kiaan asked "fifty shades of grey," Kavya said winking "Really? I thought you would say ''After '' as it's your favourite." Kiaan said "if you know that's my favourite then why are you even asking me? You know how much I love my Hardin Scott (a character from After movie) uff he is hot.. If I got a chance I would have married him but anyways start the movie." Kavya said

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

The boutique bags in my hand felt lighter than usual as I strutted through the underground parking garage. My heels echoed sharply on the cold concrete, and the lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows across the rows of luxury cars. I was still high off the victory. The media wouldn’t shut up about The Engagement Massacre. Everyone was eating it up. My DMs were full of anonymous tips, fake apologies, and discreet applause. But power has a scent. And predators can smell it.

The door closed again. The noise became softer. But her heart was beating hard. Why does this feel like my life is not mine anymore? She slowly walked back upstairs. Her stomach felt slightly uncomfortable again. Not painful. Just tight. She placed her hand there for a moment. Maybe I am just nervous. She sat on her bed and turned on the television. All channels were talking about the same thing. Grey Group. Harrison Grey. Mystery woman. Her name appeared on the screen again. She quickly lowered the volume.

Everything else I’d deleted after the tube-train fiasco. I opened the mail. No message, just a link to a video attachment called Florizel. I clicked to play. I watched a dark, grainy image of the sole of what looked like a pink ballet shoe. It jerked gently back and forward. The video lasted a few seconds. I checked the bottom of the screen. Seven seconds to be precise. I played it again. It was a ballet shoe. I could be sure. The strings were running off the bottom of the picture. The pictures jerked as if the connection was timing out every second.

It was pissing me off so much I started clicking all the buttons on the mouse, like it was some stress ball used in anger therapy. Suddenly the monitor went blank and the lights in the room started flickering like something had gone wrong. "Upgrade what is going on?." I asked the program. There was a short silence and then everything went back to normal. "Welcome to PERSIAN HILL..." Upgrade said. "What is Persian Hill?." I questioned. My question was answered as a new page opened on the monitor. It had several PDFs, some other files attached to it like videos and pictures. My heart was racing.