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But looking at the floor they were headed to, Claire guessed that the couple was probably a guest in the company—perhaps one of the investors. Claire tried to keep her mouth shut and refrain from making sarcastic comments as the noises behind her grew more audible. She tapped the tips of her shoes on the floor and hummed softly to drown out the sounds, preventing her mind from wandering into scenes reminiscent of Fifty Shades, a series she had once watched. Images of Mr. Grey touching Anastasia in the Fifty Shades movie flashed in her mind. Oh God, it's still morning. Don't let her thoughts be contaminated by dirty ideas.

"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

Mary’s eyes filled instantly, brimming with tears she tried to blink away. Bask stared at her, stunned. “What is he talking about?” She couldn’t speak. Sudan’s voice dipped lower, darker. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Mary?” Her tears slipped free. There it was. The crack. The silence that followed was suffocating. Zach pushed back his chair abruptly, the legs screeching against the hardwood. His voice shook, not with anger but with something far worse. “Why would you say that?” he whispered. “Why?”

I was laying on my bed thinking of the best thing I can do to uplift my mood. " Should I watch Korean movies?" I asked myself I stood up and gather all cd's that I have when I saw 50 shades of grey. I took it and read the description when a sudden flashback appeared. "Let's watch 50 shades of grey" " yes mung that's a nice idea" "Wait I want to finish (about time) first" " you can still watch it soon baby, right now Tay, Krist and I should gather all information and strategies that Mr. grey has so that we could use it with you guys"

"Fifty Shades of Grey" Fortunately, there was a movie of the same title. She let out a sigh of relief. At this time, her phone rang again as she received a text. Rose then played the movie but her eyes were on her phone as she checked the text out. "What? It's a useless advertisement again! It's so annoying!" As soon as she deleted the message, she heard a strange sound all of a sudden. When Rose looked up, an erotic scene suddenly came into sight. Her face turned red as a tomato immediately, then she paused the video right away.

"Someone deliberately weakened them. This design shouldn't stand." Lisa's phone buzzed—a text from Maya: Just finished decoding the hard drive. You need to see this. T found emails about Grey. They were watching him long before the workshop. A cold dread settled in Lisa's stomach. She picked up the lake cabin sketch again, turning it toward the light. In the treeline, nearly invisible, was a figure holding a camera. Watching. "Grey," she said slowly. "That workshop where we met. Who sponsored it?" "Moore Foundation. It was a corporate scholarship—" His eyes widened. "Oh God. They sent you there, didn't they?"

Her breathing is still unsteady. “Fifty Shades of Grey,” she mutters in a voice still laced with desire. I’m not sure it’s better than Twilight.” The rain drums steadily against the windows, a background rhythm to the soft flicker of the TV. Lightning flashes now and then, illuminating the bedroom in silver bursts. Aria is curled into the crook of my arm, both of us tangled beneath a thick blanket, popcorn bowl nestled on my lap. On the screen, Christian Grey is brooding again, dramatically unbuttoning his shirt.

He mumbled, relaxed his back, and turned his eyes to the drama. My mouth parted, for a moment, I thought I had heard wrong. Where was the innocent Knight?! Why did he change so much in just a few moments?! Gay... gay drama?! "It's starting," His words forced my attention back to the drama, and just as he said, it had started.

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.

“It’s because we’re showing you everything you thought you wouldn’t see, you are being shown things that most people wouldn’t ever get to see.” “This is a lot to take in,” Jade said running her hands through her red hair. “I didn’t even think someone could show me anything like this.” She said looking down at her feet. “I didn’t think anything like this was possible. The supernatural world was in the movies, but now I’m in it, this is truly crazy.”