روايات وقصص ضمن Fifty Shades Of Grey Fan Fiction

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** I've never read a novel by E.L. James, because this novel seems to offend me. Let's see how much like me and you, Mr. Gray. "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia." I found and read an interesting sentence, after an hour I focused on this erotic book. Yeah, you really fucked-up, Grey. Just like me.

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

“You can call me Lady Clara Grey. Her most exalted, beneficent Ladyship. A generous werewolf who deigns to treat with a lowly perverted prince of the Dark Shade like yourself. In fact, don’t ever use my name at all.” I heard his peals of laughter. “Impossible. Then I would just say ‘that pretty werewolf over there,’ or ‘my would-be concubine.’ Is that what you really want? ‘Lady Concubine’? Very well, Concubine Grey. It was a pleasure to bathe with you, but I really must get going. My councilors are waiting, and well, this vamp threat won’t go away on its own, will it?” He didn’t bother to stay to hear my vehement yells that I would not be known as his concubine.

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.

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.

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

Her imagination had been so wild it often shocked her, and the worse part, she had begun to write it all down. Many times, she would dream about them together not just having sex, but of them being a couple. Fantasies of them getting married and having kids together. But most of all, it was the sexual fantasies. She wrote down every detail in her imaginations, and not even Chloe, her best friend since middle school, knew about this side of her. It was Elias's crazy, dirty little secret. And by now, Elias had a large jotter which was almost filled with her fantasies of Kaelen, and she was looking to get a new book very soon because she was very sure her mind was gonna think up even more dirty

As I let go of his arms, I glanced down and saw bloody incisions across my midsection, forming the shape of his name. I shut my eyes, trying to escape into thoughts of Frederick, a refuge from this nightmare. Every encounter with Gray felt wicked and brutal, no matter how many times it happened. His pleasure in this was palpable and terrifying. I knew he was seeing other girls, but it didn't bother me. I couldn’t bring myself to care about him anymore. Gray pulled me closer, and I felt my blood staining his bare skin. I braced myself for a long, torturous night ahead.

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."