Fifty Shades Of Grey Fan Fiction の小説・ストーリー

He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Because he loves this just as much as I do. Gray sets his drink down, his eyes still locked on me—like we're the only ones in the room, even though the bass is thumping and half the club is watching with barely disguised hunger. Let them. We're not the only ones fucking in here tonight, and it's not like we don't enjoy putting on a show. Another kink I didn't realize I had... until recently. Gray pulls a fistful of Diamond's hair and drags her off his cock with a wet pop. She gasps for air, her lips swollen, drool glistening on her chin and dripping down her chest.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

“Because you are going to do more than just a lap dance, mine. We’ll be doing something more tempting, hot and intimate.” I thought this is nothing like 50 Shades of Grey?!

13 Days Ago Alpha Grey Pov. "The bullshit you're trying to tell me is that my sperm is gone? You let some strong lady take away my precious sperm?" I yelled out loud, raging with so much anger deep inside of me. My wolf was dying to tear her apart because goodness she had no idea who she was messing around with. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Mr Grey. It was a simple mistake, and we had no idea how it happened." I could see fear on her face as she spoke.

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

she added with a sparkle in her eye. Natalia's remark made my curled fists tighten on my lap until my knuckles turned white. I hated Grey with a hot, burning passion. The reminder that we had sex last night made the hate inside me grow stronger. I felt so dirty knowing that aside from me, he had touched another woman. Damn you, Grey Bradford! I cursed inwardly, murdering him in my mind. Why didn't he wait for us to divorce before he got Natalia pregnant? “I haven’t told Grey about the pregnancy,” Natalia sighed. “We had a fight yesterday, and I haven’t told him the news yet, but I’m sure he’ll be happy once he hears it.”

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

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?

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."